Rise: The Great Fifty Days 17

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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.

 

Charles Wesley, 1707-1788, Hymns for our Lord’s Resurrection, #1.

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