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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>SEALED WAS THE TOMB</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Command therefore that the sepulchre be made sure until the third day, lest His disciples come by night, and steal Him away, and say unto the people, He is risen from the dead.” Matthew 27:64</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_e_meredith_ih.jpg" alt="Isaac H. Meredith (1872-1962)" width="132.666666666667" height="212"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_k_i_kirkland_f.html" target="_blank">Flora Kirkland</a>, 1903.
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<p><em>Music:</em> Adapted from Gounod by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_e_meredith_ih.html" target="_blank">Isaac H. Meredith</a>, 1903 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_e_benotafr.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Sealed was the tomb, guarded by soldiers,<br>
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Brightly the moonlight shone around;<br>
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Roadway and hill gleamed in the brightness,<br>
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Flooded with light the garden’s bound.<br>
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Brighter the light seen ’neath the olives;<br>
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Forms bright as sunlight, ’mid the trees,<br>
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Soldiers were there, clad as for warfare;<br>
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Lo! they are gone, and who are these?<br>
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See yonder, hast’ning to the city,<br>
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The trembling soldiers in terror go!<br>
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Earthquake astounding, strange light surrounding,<br>
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Drive them away these things to show.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">O wonderful light in the garden,<br>
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That fadeth not away!<br>
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The King Who was laid in the shadow<br>
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With vict’ry is crowned this glorious day.</p>
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<p>Darkly they plan; falsely as darkly,<br>
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Stories that He was borne away—<br>
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Borne by His friends, poor weak disciples,<br>
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Stol’n when the moon was bright as day!<br>
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Soldiers of Rome ne’er slept on duty,<br>
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False was the tale for silver told;<br>
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Death could not hold that mighty Victor!<br>
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Lift up your heads, ye gates of gold!<br>
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The morn of glory hath awakened,<br>
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And death no longer holds boundless pow’r;<br>
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Empty the prison, Jesus has risen;<br>
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Time hath no richer, grander hour.</p>
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