| Come on everybody, listen to my story
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| Story about my Jesus, Amen, Amen
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| See the little baby lyin' in the manger
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| On Christmas morning, Amen, Amen
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| I can see Him by the seashore, talkin' to those fishermen
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| He was makin' them disciples, Amen, Amen
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| Now He’s ridin' through Jerusalem
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| Oh, wave the palm branches
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| In pomp and splendor, Amen, Amen
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| I can see Him in the garden, prayin' to His Father
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| In deepest sorrow, Amen, Amen, Amen
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| Led before Pilate, His time had come to die
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| The crowds began to chant, ‽Let Him be crucifiedâ€
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| They nailed Him to a cross, «It is finished,» he had said
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| Then in a borrowed tomb, the Lamb of God lay dead
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| But then early Sunday mornin', I said early Sunday mornin'
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| Just before the sun came over the eastern sky
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| The trees began to rattle and the birds began to fly
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| And the earth started to rumble and the stone was rolled away
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| Then Jesus Christ, the Son of God
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| He arose, He arose, He arose
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| He walked alive out of the grave
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| And everybody said
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| Somebody praise Him, say
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| Say it over now, Amen, Amen
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| Lift your voice and sing
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| It’s a celebration, it’s the resurrection
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| Amen, Amen, oh yeah
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| Give Him glory, God is worthy, Amen
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| He’s alive, He’s alive
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| And He’s worthy to be praised, Amen |