Our Risen Savior!

To the tomb so chill and lone­ly

Friendly hands the Sav­ior bore;

When His foes had cru­ci­fied Him

And when they could mock no more

Then a guard of Ro­man sol­diers

By the spot were made to stay

Lest

they said

that His dis­ci­ples

Should His bo­dy take away!

Mighty Sav­ior! We ad­ore Thee

We Thy re­sur­rect­ion own;

We will love

and we will serve Thee

We will make Thy good­ness known.

Jesus had to His dis­ci­ples

Clearly His own death fore­told;

And that death had pow­er on­ly

For three days His form to hold;

And just when the time was end­ed

Lo! new life the Sav­ior found

And the sol­diers all were fright­ened

And like dead men fell around.

Jesus has in truth aris­en

He was seen to ma­ny eyes;

And He lives

our me­di­at­or

In the heav’n­ly para­dise;

We shall live be­cause He liv­eth

We shall see His bless­èd face

Thro’ the flight of end­less ag­es

Sinners saved by match­less grace.