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Matius 27:63-64

Yohanes 2:19

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Matius 27:63-64

• [Mat 27:63] Now The Green Blade Rises

  Now the green blade rises from the buried grain, Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain; Love lives again, that with the dead has been: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom we had slain, Thinking that He’d never wake to life again, Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. Up He sprang at Easter, like the risen grain, He that for three days in the grave had lain; Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain, By Your touch You call us back to life again; Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

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• [Mat 27:64] Sealed Was The Tomb

  Sealed was the tomb, guarded by soldiers, Brightly the moonlight shone around; Roadway and hill gleamed in the brightness, Flooded with light the garden’s bound. Brighter the light seen ’neath the olives; Forms bright as sunlight, ’mid the trees, Soldiers were there, clad as for warfare; Lo! they are gone, and who are these? See yonder, hast’ning to the city, The trembling soldiers in terror go! Earthquake astounding, strange light surrounding, Drive them away these things to show. Refrain O wonderful light in the garden, That fadeth not away! The King Who was laid in the shadow With vict’ry is crowned this glorious day. Darkly they plan; falsely as darkly, Stories that He was borne away— Borne by His friends, poor weak disciples, Stol’n when the moon was bright as day! Soldiers of Rome ne’er slept on duty, False was the tale for silver told; Death could not hold that mighty Victor! Lift up your heads, ye gates of gold! The morn of glory hath awakened, And death no longer holds boundless pow’r; Empty the prison, Jesus has risen; Time hath no richer, grander hour. Refrain

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Yohanes 2:19

• [Yoh 2:19] The Strife Is O’er, The Battle Won

  The strife is o’er, the battle done; The victory of life is won; The song of triumph has begun: Alleluia! Refrain Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! The powers of death have done their worst; But Christ their legions hath dispersed; Let shouts of holy joy outburst: Alleluia! Refrain The three sad days are quickly sped; He rises glorious from the dead; All glory to our risen Head! Alleluia! Refrain He closed the yawning gates of hell; The bars from heaven’s high portals fell; Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell! Alleluia! Refrain Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee, From death’s dread sting Thy servants free, That we may live, and sing to Thee: Alleluia! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal