Song Collection

Low in the grave he lay—Jesus, my Savior, waiting the coming day—Jesus, my Lord. Up from the grave he arose, with a mighty triumph o’er his foes. He arose a victor from the dark domain, and he lives forever with his saints to reign. He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Vainly they watch his bed—Jesus, my Savior; vainly they seal the dead—Jesus, my Lord. Up from the grave he arose, with a mighty triumph o’er his foes. He arose a victor from the dark domain, and he lives forever with his saints to reign. He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Death cannot keep his prey—Jesus, my Savior; he tore the bars away—Jesus, my Lord. Up from the grave he arose, with a mighty triumph o’er his foes. He arose a victor from the dark domain, and he lives forever with his saints to reign. He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!