They Shall Awake

They Shall Awake.
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They burled him, the friends who loved him so
With fragrant balm and spices rich and sweet,
“The Master’s dead!” with bitter tears they cry:
“The cruel nail prints mark his hands and feet.

We thought our Lord some day a King would reign!
‘Twas but a dream-our cherished hopes have fied.
Yet deeper gloom shall fill the world once moret
The loving Christ lies slumbering with the dead.”

The hours roll by, the night is dark and still,
Above the tomb, unseen by mortal eyes,
The angels watch; they know he’s but asleep
That morn will bring a beautiful surprise.

All robed in light, steps forth the glad new day!
Sunshine and song flood earth and sea and sky.
He comes from out the sepulcher so dim
The risen King! He lives, no more to diel

Oh, shout for joy! Beside each silent grave
The angels bright a loving watch still keep;
And when God’s holy Faster morn shall dawn,
His volce divine will wake the souls that sleep.