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They rolled a stone before the door, As in the grave He lay; God raised Him up, our living Lord, And made the first Lord's Day. We sing for joy, we sing for joy, With loving thanks we say: "God raised Him up, our living Lord, And made the first Lord's Day.". The birds that sang,
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They rolled a stone before the door, As in the grave He lay; God raised Him up, our living Lord, And made the first Lord's Day. We sing for joy, we sing for joy, With loving thanks we say: "God raised Him up, our living Lord, And made the first Lord's Day."
The birds that sang, the flow'rs that bloomed, They brought no joy that spring, Till Christ was raised from death to be Our living Lord and King. We sing for joy, we sing for joy, With loving thanks we say: "God raised Him up, our living Lord, And made the first Lord's Day."
All earth is dressed in green this day, To greet our risen Lord; We praise Him, for He lives again, He keeps His promised word. We sing for joy, we sing for joy, With loving thanks we say: "God raised Him up, our living Lord, And made the first Lord's Day."