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OUT OF THE DUST.”

Three days did the grave-silence hold Him,
Three days was He hidden from sight,
While the scorner was proud in his scorning,
And the faithless was lost in the night.
Three days ! but all heaven for joyance!
While the hosts of the ransomed proclaim
The grace of the love that redeemed them,
And gathered them home in His name.

Sweet lilies of Easter, ye chide us,
That still for our cherished ones gone,
We weep in the shadow of midnight,
And not in the break of the dawn.
Our passionate pleading and yearning,
The hope of the exile would shame ;
For we know not our Lord in the garden,
Nor turn though He calleth by name.

In the light of the Lord’s resurrection
His people should conquerors be ;
In the battle with evil triumphant,
From the terror of death ever free,

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