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 Upon the first day--That stone-covered room Where Jesus now lay--Some women brought him perfume.Earth quaked under sky, As angels came flownTo ground from on high, Then rolled back the stone,And now sat waiting nearby.Their semblance shed light; Their raiment, like snow,Shone lambently white. The women bowed low,And there they trembled with fright.The angels then said: “Why look for the livingAs though he were dead? Rejoice with thanksgiving,For Christ is risen instead!”Lord, we whom you drew To baptism's fountLie buried with you. Let night and death mountTo life and fresh morning dew! |
