Oh, Risen Lord, what love divine,
That you would conquer death and time.
Not even grave could hold you down,
Not even hell could win this round.
For as you promised days before,
The broken temple was restored.
Your glorious presence dwells in me,
And now all nations join to sing.
Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
Amazing love, now us, surround.
Your risen body raised for me,
Bids all creation, return to thee.
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