On the resurrection morning
Soul and body meet again
No more sorrow, no more weeping
No more pain
Here awhile they must be parted
And the flesh its Sabbath keep
Waiting in a holy stillness
Wrapped in sleep
For a space the tired body
Waits in peace the morning's dawn
When there breaks the last and brightest
Easter morn
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On that happy Easter morning
All the graves their dead restore
Father, mother, sister, borther
Meet once more
Soul and body, reunited
Henceforth nothing shall divide
Waking up in Christ's own likeness
Satisfied
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