He thought he’d won-- The Devil, called the Wicked One. The soldiers jeered, the wild crowed yelled; By nails, His hands and feet were held.
His body bruised, the crucified; The sun did blush the day He died; While demons clapped their hands in glee, God’s Son did die on Calvary.
The day was dark, the deed was done. The serpent thought the battle won. But as the prophets all had said, Christ would not stay among the dead.
Three days and nights, in God’s grace plan, And Christ would shed the cold death band. He rose victorious o’er the grave! His life He gave the world to save.
We celebrate the empty tomb, We wait to greet His coming soon; One sacred Sunday He arose, Victorious over all His foes.
He came, He died, He rose, He lives! And now eternal life He gives, To all who come confessing Him, As Lord and Savior from all sin.
Rejoice today, rejoice and sing! Sing praises to the coming King; By faith we’ll surely live and be, With Jesus for eternity!
YOU and GOD 