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He's Alive by Mary Hare
He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s no longer where he lay.
(hands up palms facing out, fingers spread)
He’s alive, he’s alive, the stone’s been rolled away.
(roll the stone)
He’s alive, he’s alive, I can hear the angels sing
(hand to ear?)
Let all the earth rejoice, he’s alive.
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