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 The Resurrection.

me, mamma, about the dead,
 * Who sleep within the grave,

But who will leave their silent bed,
 * When Jesus comes to save.

You say, that though they moulder now,
 * They shall arise again,

To wear a crown upon their brow,
 * And with their Saviour reign."

My child, the God who dwells on high,
 * Can do whate'er he will;

He formed the earth and made the sky,
 * By his almighty skill.

His power unlock'd the stony tomb,
 * Where Christ our Saviour lay,