He Arose

Very early in the morning

   Before the break of day ,

The morning star shone on the tomb ,

   Where our dear Saviour lay .

The earth was clothed with darkness;

   The shadows had not fled ,

The city slumbered on that morn –

    They thought that He was dead .

It still was dark when arose

   And stopped forth from the grave  ,

The victor over sin , and death

   With power your soul to save .

So shall it be when He returns

    And calls His own to rise ;

While this old world is sleeping still ,

We’ll meet Him in the skies .

Jan Bagwell

God Bless !!