236. 7s. M. Collyer. The Same. 1 Morning breaks upon the tomb! Jesus dissipates its gloom! Day of triumph through the skies, See the glorious Saviour rise! 2 Christians, dry your flowing tears; Chase those unbelieving fears; Look on his deserted grave; Doubt no more his power to save. 3 Ye who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade; Drive your anxious fears away; See the place where Jesus lay. 4 So the rising sun appears, Shedding radiance o'er the spheres; So returning beams of light Chase the terrors of the night.
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