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 As Snow behold his Garment white, His Countenance as Lightning bright: He sits, and waves a flaming Sword, And waits upon his Rising Lord.

The third Auspicious Morn is come, And calls your Savior from the Tomb, The Bands of Death are torn away, The yawning Tomb gives back its Prey.

Could neither Seal nor Stone secure, Nor Men, nor Devils make it sure? The Seal is broke, the Stone cast by, And all the Pow'rs of Darkness fly.

The Body breathes, and lifts his Head, The Keepers sink, and fall as dead; The Dead restor'd to Life appear, The Living quake, and die for Fear.

No Power a Band of Soldiers have To keep One Body in its Grave: Surely it no Dead Body was That could the Roman Eagles chase.

The Lord of Life is ris'n indeed, To Death deliver'd in your stead; His Rise proclaims your Sins forgiven, And shews the Living Way to Heaven.

Haste then, ye Souls that first believe, Who dare the Gospel-Word receive, Your Faith with joyful Hearts confess, Be bold, be JESUS' Witnesses.

Go tell the Followers of your Lord Their JESUS is to Life restor'd; He lives, that They his Life may find; He lives, to quicken all Mankind.

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