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"The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that

you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here;

He has risen, just as He said." Matthew 28:5-6.

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Christ, the Lord, Is Risen Today.

Crown Him with Many Crowns

The Old Rugged Cross .

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Christ, the Lord, Is Risen Today

By Charles Wesley

 Christ, the Lord is risen today,

 Alleluia!

Sons of men and angels say:

Alleluia!

Raise your joys and triumphs high,

Alleluia!

Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply,

Alleluia!

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Lives again our glorious King:

Alleluia!

Where, O death, is now thy sting?

Alleluia!

Dying once, He all doth save:

Alleluia!

Where thy victory, O grave?

Alleluia!

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Love's redeeming work is done,

Alleluia!

Fought the fight, the battle won;

Alleluia!

Death in vain forbids Him rise;

Alleluia!

Christ has opened Paradise.

Alleluia!

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Soar we now, where Christ has led,

Alleluia!

Following our exalted Head;

Alleluia!

Made like Him, like Him we rise;

Alleluia!

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies;

Alleluia!

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Crown Him with Many Crowns

By Matthew Bridges

Crown Him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon His throne.

Hark! how the heav'nly anthem drowns

All music but its own!

Awake, my soul, and sing

Of Him who died for thee,

And hail Him as Thy matchless King

Thro' all eternity.

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Crown Him the Lord of Love!

Behold His hands and side -

Rich wound, yet visible above,

In beauty glorified.

All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For Thou has died for me.

Thy praise shall never, never fail

Thro'-out eternity.

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Crown Him the Lord of Life!

Who triumphed o'er the grave;

Who rose victorious to the strife

For those He came to save.

His glories now we sing

Who died and rose on high,

Who died eternal life to bring,

And lives that death may die.

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Crown Him the Lord of Heav'n!

One with the Father known,

One with the Spirit thro' Him giv'n

From yonder glorious throne!

To Thee be endless praise,

For Thou for us hast died,

Be Thou, O Lord, Thro' endless days

Adored and magnified.

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The Old Rugged Cross

By George Bennard

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suff'ring and shame;

And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best

For a world of lost sinners was slain.

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So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,

Till my trophies at last I lay down;

I will cling to the old rugged cross,

And exchange it someday for a crown.

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Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,

Has a wondrous attraction for me;

For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above

To bear it to dark Calvary.

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In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see,

For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died

To pardon and sanctify me.

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To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;

Its shame and reproach gladly bear;

Then He'll call me someday to my home far away,

Where His glory forever I'll share.

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Easter Poetry

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Heaven's Song

Poem by Allison Chambers Coxsey

Copyright 1999

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May the music of the heavens,

Dance around you in the air;

May the peace of God the father,

Keep your heart and soul from care.

May each step that you are taking,

Be paved with great success;

And behind each door you open,

There be love and happiness.

May the gift of true contentment,

Glow like sunlight on your face;

May the angels sing into your life,

A song of God's own grace.

And everywhere you travel,

Each path that you walk on;

May the Father's love shine forth from you,

In each note of every song.

May angels keep guard over you,

As you walk along lifes way;

And may your life be truly blessed,

As you start this brand new day.

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Printed By Permission of Author Allison Chambers Coxsey

Copyright 1999.

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"The History Of The Praying Hands"

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.

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Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

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After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

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They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.

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Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

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When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."

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All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

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Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late."

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More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

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One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."

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The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!

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