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Resurrection Day
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It’s Resurrection Day!
It’s Resurrection Day!
Jesus Christ is risen and he’s washed my sins away!
It’s Resurrection Day!
It’s Resurrection Day!
Take your brothers and your sisters by the hand
and say It’s Resurrection Day!
Yesterday I dressed in mourning,
Today I’m dressed in gold!
The old times are a-changing
And the new times are foretold!
I want to shout out loudly,
I want to sing and dance:
This is the day that the Lord has made
And I’ve got a second chance!
It’s Resurrection Day!
It’s Resurrection Day!
Jesus Christ is risen and he’s washed my sins away!
It’s Resurrection Day!
It’s Resurrection Day!
Take your brothers and your sisters by the hand
and say It’s Resurrection Day!
My body once was living
And my spirit it was dead
And I know I can be born again
As I take the Wine and Bread.
We build a new tomorrow
On the ruins of the old!
I once was weak and wilful
But now I’m strong and bold:
It’s Resurrection Day!
It’s Resurrection Day!
Jesus Christ is risen and he’s washed my sins away!
It’s Resurrection Day!
It’s Resurrection Day!
Take your brothers and your sisters by the hand
and say It’s Resurrection Day!
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How can it be
You gave your life for me
And you suffered and died on the cross?
So great was your love
You came down from above
And you traded your gain for our loss!
How can it be?
You died that we
Might be spared from the price of our sin?
Death it was died,
Denial denied,
And you gave us a world we can win.
You came as a man
And all of your plan
Was to be what we all could become.
The one we adored
Was the Son of the Lord
And we prayed that your Kingdom would come.
Your love never fails
As we hammer the nails
And you cry to your Father: Forgive!
How can we forget?
We remain in your debt
And you gave us a new life to live.
No tongue can tell
The depths of the hell
Where you fought with the devil and won.
Like sands by the sea
Are the names of the free
And each is the Lord’s chosen one.
As far as we fall
Your love pays for all
And all have been bought for a price.
The young and the old,
The timid and bold,
The rich, poor, the foolish and wise.
So with your good grace
We shall soon see your face
As you come back in triumph to reign.
As all bow the knee
Every people will see
The way back to Eden is plain.
Sweet Jesus, our love,
The high-flying dove
Returns with a leaf in her beak.
The rainbow is high
In the arch of the sky
And the earth is returned to the meek.
Jesus our joy,
Our own darling boy!
Eternity praises your name.
The King of all kings
Is a servant who brings
The waters to wash all things clean.
Our joy and delight:
You return to our sight
The broken and battered to mend.
All things pass away
Like night follows day
But your love it never can end.
Your love it never can end.
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Who was the carpenter who made the cross?
Who made the cross for Jesus?
Who was the carpenter who made the cross,
Who made the cross for my Lord?
Who was it drove the cruel nails
In the hands and feet of Jesus?
Who was it drove the cruel nails
In the hands and feet of my Lord?
Who was it plaited the crown of thorns
And pulled it down over his brow?
Who was it plaited the crown of thorns?
And the blood ran down his face.
Who laid the whip across his back?
And the scourge made his body bleed.
Who laid the whip across his back,
The bloody body of Jesus?
Who was it gave him vinegar to drink
When he was dying of thirst?
Who was it gave him vinegar to drink?
Who tormented my Lord?
Who thrust the spear into his right side
And the blood and the water flowed?
Who thrust the spear into his right side?
The wounded body of Jesus.
Who rolled the stone across the tomb
Where they buried the body of Jesus?
Who rolled the stone across the tomb
That he might not rise again?
Who rolled the stone away from the tomb?
Where was the body of Jesus?
Who said to Mary: Don't you weep?
Who but my risen Lord?
Who's coming back again to reign
When the poor shall inherit the earth?
Who's coming back again to reign?
Who but my risen Lord?
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Where oh where is my own darling son?
Where oh where is that handsome man?
The soldiers have taken him up on the hilltop
And there they have nailed him to the cross.
Why oh why did they nail him to the cross?
Why oh why did my darling have to die?
He came and he gave his life for his comrades
That all human people might be free.
Bitter sweet are my memories of love,
Bitter sweet was the baby at my breast.
Now I must sit weeping as I watch my son die
And no one can give a mother rest.
Dry your tears mother dear, though I die,
Dry your tears and look up in the sky.
For death lies a-bleeding and I am in heaven
There to reign on my Father’s right hand.
Where oh where is our Lord Jesus Christ?
Where oh where is our sweet Saviour gone?
He is returned to live with all people,
To build his kingdom here on earth.
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Mary's Nine Questions
02:00
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O who’s that baby in your arms?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
Why that is the baby, Jesus Christ
Almighty God’s begotten son.
And who’s that crying at your breast?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
That is the baby starved of milk,
for the rich have taken it for their own.
And what’s the blood that stains your dress?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
It flows from the man on the holy Cross
and between two thieves he has been hung.
And who shall wipe away your tears?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
The motherless child, the new-widowed wife
And all in the world who are made to mourn.
And what’s that thunder in the sky?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
That is the wrath of the Lord of Hosts:
the bitter seed that you have sown.
And who’s that beating at the door?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
Those are the fists of the dispossessed
and they’re seeking a place to call their own.
What is that glory fills the sky?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
That is the fire of judgement day
for the long-awaited time has come.
And who are cast into the depths?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
The holy men, the rich and the proud,
in the name of God such things have done.
And who shall dance before the Lord?
Mary my dear
my love
Mary my own
The broken ones, the lost and the damned,
for soon must come their harvest home.
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Jesus Christ
04:32
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Jesus Christ was a man, he travelled through the land,
Hard-working man and brave.
He said to the rich: Give your riches to the poor,
So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
chorus:
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand,
His followers true and brave.
But the rich men and the priests, like a pack of raging beasts,
They laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
He went to the banker, he went to the priest,
Told all of them the same:
Sell your jewels and your gold, give it all to the poor,
And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
chorus:
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand, etc
Now Judas was his name, that traitor of ill-fame,
He sold out his comrade to the cops.
But for every stinking rat who sells out and waxes fat
There are thousands whose assurance never stops.
chorus:
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand, etc
Working people held their breath when they heard about his death
And everyone wondered why.
It was the landlords and the liars and the soldiers that they hired
Who nailed Jesus Christ in the sky.
chorus:
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand, etc
But Jesus rose again like a spirit from the dead
And he lives in the hearts of us all,
Oscar Romero and Joe Hill, John Ball and Luther King,
And millions more who answered history's call.
chorus:
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand, etc
This song was written by Woody Guthrie
In a city of rich men and slaves.
But I've added in some words that really must be heard
How Jesus Christ has risen from the grave.
Yes, Jesus lives again in women and in men,
On the barricade, the sit-in and the strike,
When working people everywhere their daily struggles share
Jesus Christ is there beside them in the fight.
chorus:
Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand,
His followers true and brave.
But the rich men and the priests, like a pack of raging beasts,
They laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
Lord Jesus, long live Jesus,
Long live Jesus Christ.
When working people everywhere their daily struggles share
Jesus Christ is there beside them,
Christ is there beside them,
Jesus Christ is there beside them in the fight.
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I dreamed of Jesus Christ last night
Alive as you or me.
“But you’ve been dead two thousand years.”
“I rose again,” said he.
“I rose again,” said he.
The powers that be condemned you
And they nailed you to a tree
And rolled a stone across the tomb:
“I rose again,” said he.
“I rose again,” said he.
“From Pakistan to Chile,
And from China to Iran,
Where poor folk hear the Gospel news,”
He said, “that’s where I am.”
He said, “that’s where I am.”
“Whoever feeds the hungry
And sets the captive free
And shines a light into the dark,”
He said, “that’s where I’ll be.”
He said, “that’s where I’ll be.”
And standing there as large as life
And smiling like a friend,
He said, “I’ll always be with you
Until the very end.
Until the very end.”
I dreamed of Jesus Christ last night
Alive as you or me.
“But you’ve been dead two thousand years.”
“I rose again,” said he.
“I rose again,” said he.
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I’ve been walking down to Apocalypse Town
Round by the Place of the Skull,
The sky was dark and the ground was shaking
With a noise like a bellowing bull.
The stars were falling from the sky
And the mountains were turning to dust
And I fell on my knees and I cried out Please!
As the whole damn world went bust.
Oh, Jesus,
Is this really gonna be the end?
When I’m walking down to Apocalypse Town
With eternity round the bend?
All the priests and politicians making speeches, taking votes
Like tomorrow would never come,
When the walls of the city are falling, and calling
Like words from the deaf and the dumb.
There’s a man over there with a fire in his hair
And the sky it is ugly and red
As a terrible morning, the fisherman’s warning,
Loud enough to waken the dead.
Oh, Jesus,
Is this really gonna be the end?
When I’m walking down to Apocalypse Town
With eternity round the bend?
There’s war and the rumours of war and the day
Is blacker by far than the night.
The people are starving and they’re throwing the food
Away so we can’t get a bite.
The rich and the poor are closing the door
Upon any way to agree.
The meek shall inherit the earth you say,
But we’re locked in the land of the free.
Oh, Jesus,
Is this really gonna be the end?
When I’m walking down to Apocalypse Town
With eternity round the bend?
The graveyards are yawning, this final morning
When the oceans shall give up their dead.
Each son and daughter like lambs to the slaughter
To the Gates of Hell are led.
Now Gabriel’s sword is the unspoken word
Of the Name that can never be named.
The guilty may scatter, it really don’t matter
Who’s innocent now or blamed.
Oh, Jesus,
Is this really gonna be the end?
When I’m walking down to Apocalypse Town
With eternity round the bend?
For two thousand years we’ve been telling each other
The time’s gonna surely come.
It’ll be with a bang or a whimper, they say,
Or a funeral beat on the drum.
Could be red revolution or a final solution,
Doesn’t matter which way or how.
One thing is certain, the final curtain
Is falling, the time is now.
Oh, Jesus,
Is this really gonna be the end?
When I’m walking down to Apocalypse Town
With eternity round the bend?
You can hide in the rock, but the rock is a-melting,
The sea is a bubbling brew.
The stocks and the shares are rising and plunging
As the many are robbed by the few.
Their computers have numbered each hair on your head
With the terrible Mark of the Beast.
But the new revelation, the divine invitation
Commands us to join in the feast.
Oh, Jesus,
Is this really gonna be the end?
When I’m walking down to Apocalypse Town
With eternity round the bend?
But there’s peace in the eye of the storm;
Darkness fades in the light of the dawn.
In a wedding gown
Jerusalem comes down
To Apocalypse Town.
O say can you see, there’s gonna be
A new heaven, and also new earth.
The old’s gotta die and no pie in the sky
Can prevent what’s coming to birth.
Let this be the date when your anger and hate
Surrenders to Almighty Love,
And the Kingdom you seek for the poor and the meek
Is right here, not in heaven above.
Oh, Jesus,
May this really be the end!
No more walking down to Apocalypse Town
With eternity round the bend!
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