| Was it a morning like this?
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| When the Son still hid from Jerusalem
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| And Mary rose from her bed
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| To tend to the Lord she thought was dead
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| Was it a morning like this?
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| When Mary walked down from Jerusalem
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| And two angels stood at the tomb
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| Bearers of news she would hear soon
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| Did the grass sing?
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| Did the earth rejoice to feel You again?
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| Over and over like a trumpet underground
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| Did the earth seem to pound, «He is risen!»
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| Over and over in a never-ending round
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| «He is risen, hallelujah, hallelujah!»
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| Was it a morning like this?
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| When Peter and John ran from Jerusalem
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| And as they raced towards the tomb
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| Beneath their feet was there a tune?
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| Did the grass sing?
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| Did the earth rejoice to feel You again?
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| Over and over like a trumpet underground
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| Did the earth seem to pound, «He is risen!»
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| Over and over in a never-ending round
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| «He is risen, hallelujah, hallelujah!»
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| Over and over like a trumpet underground
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| Did the earth seem to pound, «He is risen!»
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| Over and over in a never-ending round
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| «He is risen, hallelujah, hallelujah!»
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| Was it a morning like this?
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| When my Lord looked out on Jerusalem
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| He is risen
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Hallelujah! |