Hope of people lies buried and wrapped
In tomb's mournful darkness trapped
A rock-hewn gateway to the realm of death
Abode for those beyond their last breath
Coldness of stone inside the tomb
Reminds of warmer rest in the blessed womb
Forces of the evil one still smugly gloat
Not understanding what the prophets wrote
In blessed rest indeed does he lie
His work finished just before the day of rest
Not in vain did he suffer and die
But for our salvation endured the final test
More certain than the rising sun
On coming first morning of a new week
Is the reign of the resurrected one
Whose victory will soon be complete
In tomb's mournful darkness trapped
A rock-hewn gateway to the realm of death
Abode for those beyond their last breath
Coldness of stone inside the tomb
Reminds of warmer rest in the blessed womb
Forces of the evil one still smugly gloat
Not understanding what the prophets wrote
In blessed rest indeed does he lie
His work finished just before the day of rest
Not in vain did he suffer and die
But for our salvation endured the final test
More certain than the rising sun
On coming first morning of a new week
Is the reign of the resurrected one
Whose victory will soon be complete
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