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!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Vainly they watch His bed —
Jesus, my Saviour!
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 for ever with His saints to reign:
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Death cannot keep his prey —
Jesus, my Saviour!
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 for ever with His saints to reign:
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!