LOW IN THE GRAVE

Low in the grave He lay,

Jesus, my Saviour,

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 for ever with His saints to reign:

He arose! He arose!

Alleluia! Christ arose!




Vainly they watch His bed,

Jesus, my Saviour;

Vainly they seal the dead,

Jesus, my Lord:




Death cannot keep his prey,

Jesus, my Saviour;

He tore the bars away,

Jesus, my Lord