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That controls this our planet, and explains
So much of marvel and perplexity,
Yet still recurs that question deep and grave:
"How, how can these things be?"

           And this I know,—
That in the darkness I lay down last night
And fell asleep, and through the silent hours
I rested calmly and unconsciously;
I nothing heard or saw, e'en thought was stayed,
I seemed inanimate. But with the morn
I woke again, my senses all refreshed,
I cannot tell you how—how can it be?
And this I know,—They crucified the Lord,
All sinless He, He gave Himself for sin,
He died, the Son of Man, the Son of God,
And for three days they sealed Him in the tomb.
But that was all, they could not hold Him there;
The Lord of Glory burst from all His bonds,
He rose again, omnipotent to save,
And now He liveth never more to die.
And by the power of His endless life,
Implanted by His Spirit now in us,
Because He liveth we shall also live,
God only knoweth how.