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| Low In The Grave He Lay |
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| Low in the grave he lay, Jesus, my Saviour, |
| Waiting my coming day, Jesus, my Lord. |
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| Up from the grave He arose, |
| With a mighty triumph O’er His foes; |
| He arose a Victor from the dark domain, |
| And He lives forever with His saints to reign; |
| He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! |
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| Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Saviour |
| Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus, my Lord. |
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| Death cannot keep his prey, Jesus, my Saviour |
| He tore the bars away, Jesus, my Lord. |
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