The church is silent, dark and still,
With emptiness that’s soon to fill.
The altar is graced with lilies white,
A pure and most refreshing sight.
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The time has come; we turn to see
The flame that burns so steadily,
The Easter candle, soaring high
A light that will not ever die.
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For Christ our light, it signifies
As right before our very eyes
The flame begins to grow and spread,
Igniting hope while crushing dread.
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Because our Lord is truly here,
We have not any need to fear.
And we know that in this hour,
Sin and death have lost their power.
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The church is lit with glowing flame,
And now the darkness has no claim.
We’re seized with truth we’ve always known,
A light that comes from Christ alone.
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The Easter candle, burning bright
Reminds us of our Savior’s might,
His death and rising from the grave
For love of those He wished to save.
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Alleluia!