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This joyful Eastertide,
away with sin and sorrow!
My Love, the Crucified,
Hath sprung to life this morrow.
My flesh in hope shall rest,
and for a season slumber,
till Christ from East to West
shall wake the dead in number.
-- The Hymnal 1982, #192 Vruechten
(Photo from our last children's service)
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