An empty cross,
a risen King,
from death’s dark womb
new life does spring;

for though the cross
did slay the lamb,
death lost the fight
to the great I AM.

That once foreboding
fate that loomed,
was swallowed
in a victory tune,

that Jesus sang
with angels fair
in that sweet Easter
morning air,

“Come rise with Me
and live anew;
receive My Word
for I AM true.

Rise high and free
from death and sin;
repent, believe,
be born again.”