| Not a word was heard | |
| At the tomb that day. | |
| Just shuffling of soldiers feet | |
| As they guarded the grave. | |
| One day, two days, | |
| Three days had past. | |
| Could it be that Jesus | |
| Breathed His last? | |
| Could it be that His Father | |
| Had forsaken him? | |
| Turned his back on his son | |
| Dispising our sin. | |
| All hell seemed to whisper | |
| 'Just forget Him, He's dead.' | |
| Then the Father looked down | |
| To his son and he said.. | |
| Arise, My love. | |
| Arise, My love. | |
| The grave no longer | |
| Has a hold on you | |
| No more death's sting | |
| No more suffering | |
| Arise...Arise...my love. | |
| The Earth trembled | |
| And the tomb began to shake, | |
| And like lightening | |
| From Heaven the stone was rolled away. | |
| And as dead man | |
| The guards they all stood there in fright | |
| As the power of love | |
| Displayed its might | |
| Then suddenly a melody | |
| Filled the air | |
| Riding wings of wind, | |
| It was everywhere | |
| The words all creation | |
| Had been longing to hear | |
| The sweet sound of victory, | |
| So loud and clear. | |
| Arise, my love. | |
| Arise, my love. | |
| The grave no longer has a hold on you. | |
| No more death's sting | |
| No more suffering | |
| Arise...arise.... | |
| Sin, where are your shackles? | |
| Death, where is your sting? | |
| Hell; has been defeated. | |
| The grave could not hold the king!! | |
| Arise, My love. | |
| Arise, My love. | |
| The grave no longer | |
| Has a hold on you | |
| No more death's sting | |
| No more suffering | |
| Arise....Arise....Arise |