IT’S RESURRECTION SUNDAY!

It’s Sunday, our Savior is risen.
It’s the Lord’s Day from death He’s been freed.
It’s Sunday, hallelujah, He’s risen,
He is risen, He’s risen indeed.

Early Sunday, the great God of heaven
looked down at the sealed garden tomb,
where His only Begotten lay buried,
bound by death’s chains in darkness and gloom.
Don’t despair, something’s going to happen.
Don’t give up, it’s approaching the hour
when the Father will reach down from glory
and reveal His omnipotent power!

There’s a flash and an angel from heaven
blinds the men who stand guard at the door.
He rolls back that great tombstone in triumph
for death’s chains hold the Savior no more.

Where, oh grave, where oh grave is your victory?
Where, oh death, where oh death is your sting?
He, the captive, has now become Captor,
Jesus Christ, Lord of Lords, King of Kings.

It’s Sunday, our Savior is risen.
It’s the Lord’s Day, from death WE’VE been freed.
It’s Sunday, hallelujah, He’s risen,
He is risen, He’s risen indeed!

The CROSS is bare!
The TOMB is empty!
The THRONE is occupied!