Low in the grave He lay,
Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose!
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes.
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Vainly they watch His bed,
Jesus my Savior;
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose!
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes.
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Death cannot keep its Prey,
Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away,
Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose!
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes.
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
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Amen.
Usually, when we die eggs, I make a redneck one that says, "He has done rose!" I forgot this year!
Well, dang. DYE eggs. Idn't it? Whatever. I have worked too much today fer it bein' Easter.
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