Christ Is Risen (Beasley)

’Twas a dark and gloomy night

When our Lord lay in the grave;

We had hoped that by His might

From our sins we would be saved.

He arose from the dead

And He tri­umphed o’er the grave;

And He knows all our need

He’s the migh­ty One to save.

His dis­ci­ples

O how sad!

All their hopes were blight­ed now;

Their poor hearts were filled with dread

None could tell just what to do.

Women came at break of day

To be­hold His lone­ly grave;

Angels said Be not afraid

He is ris­en from the dead.

Let us tell it far and near

This sweet sto­ry o’er and o’er;

Tell it out so all may hear

That He lives for ev­er­more.