Arose - Thomas Newman

He is risen, said the angel to the women

When they came to see Him sleeping in the cave;

Jesus burst the mighty bars of death asunder

And arose to reign triumphant from the grave

He arose, my Savior

He arose, my Savior

He arose, my Savior

Triumphant from the grave

He is risen, surely death is now abolished:

Grave, where is thy victy Death, where is thy sting

Jesus flashes light into the darkened valley;

Swell the mighty chorus, men and angels sing

He is risen, let the nations hear the music

Let the gospel truth reach every distant plain;

Let the tidings roll that every guilty captive

May be fully free and help to praise His name

He is risen, hence the fear of that grim monster

Is forever banished to the shades of night;

And the grave and death have lost their wretched terror

While we live on earth or take our upward flight