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The Book of Praise.
Seals assuring, Guards securing,
Watch His earthly prison: Seals are shattered, Guards are scattered,
Christ hath risen !
No longer must the mourners weep,
Nor call departed Christians dead ; For death is hallowed into sleep And every grave becomes a bed. Now once more, Eden's door Open stands to mortal eyes ; For Christ hath risen, and men shall rise: Now at last, Old things past, Hope and joy and peace begin : For Christ hath won, and man shall win.
It is not exile, rest on high :
It is not sadness, peace from strife : To fall asleep is not to die ;
To dwell with Christ is better life. Where our banner leads us,
We may safely go : Where our Chief precedes us,
We may face the foe. His right arm is o'er us,
He will guide us through ; Christ hath gone before us ; Christians ! follow you !
John Mason Neale. 1851 |
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