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And the fulness thereof, It speaks of His greatness And it sings of His love; And the wonder and glory Of the first Easter morn, Like the first Christmas night When the Saviour was born, Are blended together In symphonic splendor And God with a voice That is gentle and tender, Speaks to all hearts Attuned to His voice, Biding His listeners To gladly rejoice. For He who was born To be crucified Arose from the grave To be glorified. And the birds in the trees And the flowers of spring All join in proclaiming This heavenly King.
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