Death and Resurrection (Teasley)

Low in the grave He sleeps

Cold in the tomb;

Now o’er my Sav­ior sweeps

Death’s sa­ble gloom;

Hark! I hear an an­gel voice:

He is not here

He’s ris­en.

Glory

glo­ry! shout the joy­ful strain!

Christ is ris­en

ev­er­more to reign!

Hallelujah! shout with ev­ery breath!

Christ has tri­umphed ov­er death.

Closed are His pil­grim toils

Suffering One;

Death now around Him coils

God’s on­ly Son.

Just as the dawn is seen

With anx­ious feet

Comes Ma­ry Mag­da­lene

With spic­es sweet.

Jesus has con­quered death

Shout the glad strain!

Bursted its migh­ty bars

Risen to reign.