With the dawning of hope in Jerusalem
Folded the grave clothes, tomb filled with light
As the angels announce Christ is risen
See God’s salvation plan
Wrought in love, borne in pain, paid in sacrifice
Fulfilled in Christ the man
For he lives, Christ is risen from the dead
See Mary weeping, where is he laid?
As in sorrow she turns form the empty tomb
Hears a voice speaking, calling her name
It’s the master, the Lord raised to life again.
The voice that spans the years
Speaking life, stirring hope, bringing peace to us
Will sound when he appears
For he lives, Christ is risen from the dead
One with the Father, ancient of days
Through the Spirit who clothes faith with certainty
Honour and blessing, glory and praise
To the King crowned with power and authority
And we are raised with Him
Death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered
And we shall reign with him
For he lives, Christ is risen from the dead.
Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: “The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.”’
Then they remembered his words.
When they came back from the tomb, they told all these things to the Eleven and to all the others.
It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the others with them who told this to the apostles.
But they did not believe the women, because their words seemed to them like nonsense.
Peter, however, got up and ran to the tomb. Bending over, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and he went away, wondering to himself what had happened.
MP755 : When I survey
1 When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of glory died,
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
save in the death of Christ my God:
all the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See from His head, His hands, His feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down:
did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorms compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small,
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.
MP 689 : Thine be the Glory
1 Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
endless is the victory Thou o’er death hast won;
angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave-clothes where Thy body lay.
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Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victory Thou o’er death hast won.
2 Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
let the Church with gladness Hymns of triumph sing,
for her Lord now liveth; death hath lost its sting.
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3 No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;
life is nought without Thee: aid us in our strife;
make us more than conquerors, through Thy deathless love:
bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.
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