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AN EASTER HYMN

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ON the CROSS
we saw Him dying,
saw Him
mid the spices lying,
Saw the nail-prints and
the spear-gash
As we laid Him
in the Tomb.

And we wept in anguish weary,
through the Sabbath
dim and dreary,
And our souls were heavy laden
with the horror and
the gloom.