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So long ago In the snow The row of faces The cheerful row The stamping horses My calvary Brought the forces To foe's fallacy   With judgement's reign Our arrows aflame
He was dead for three days Died for us on Calvary But when people heard that Jesus rose, There were whispers of hope Whispers of truth The unknown became known
What pain we dealt, before we felt
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