| lyric | On that Sabbath morn, for her task of love and care,
Mary sought the tomb, but lo! her Lord, He was not there!
Said the angerl, „Why seek Life where the dead repose?“
Hallelujah, Christ arose!
„He’s not here but ris’n, See the stone is rolled away;
Folded are the clothes where late within the grave He lay.
Glorious His triumph over sin and all His foes!“
Hallelujah, Christ arose!
No more weeping and a wailing;
No more weeping and a wailing;
No more weeping and a wailing;
Hallelujah, Christ arose!
Blest art thou, O Tree, to thy breast my Savior clung,
Blessed be thine arms outspread where crucified He hung.
Point me to the skies where the saints with God repose:
Hallelujah, Christ arose!
Thank we now our God who gives us the victory,
Through our Savior Jesus Christ who died to set us free.
That we too shall rise, Nature by her vesture shows.
Hallelujah, Christ arose!
There’ll be singing;
There’ll be shouting;
There’ll be singing and a shouting;
Hallelujah, Christ arose! |