Arose

He is risen, said the angel to the women
When they came to see Him sleeping in the cave;
Jesus burst the mighty bars of death asunder
And arose to reign triumphant from the grave
He arose, my Savior
He arose, my Savior
He arose, my Savior
Triumphant from the grave
He is risen, surely death is now abolished:
Grave, where is thy victy Death, where is thy sting
Jesus flashes light into the darkened valley;
Swell the mighty chorus, men and angels sing
He is risen, let the nations hear the music
Let the gospel truth reach every distant plain;
Let the tidings roll that every guilty captive
May be fully free and help to praise His name
He is risen, hence the fear of that grim monster
Is forever banished to the shades of night;
And the grave and death have lost their wretched terror
While we live on earth or take our upward flight