Composer: Eddie Carswell
Arranger: David T. Clydesdale
Publisher: Mike Clark Music
Publish Date: 1987
Not a word was heard at the tomb that day,
Just shuffling soldiers' feet as they guarded the grave.
One day, two days, three days had passed,
Could it be that Jesus had breathed His last?
Could it be that His Father had forsaken Him,
turned his back on His Son, despising our sin;
All hell seemed to whisper, "Forget Him, He's dead!"
But all heaven stood waiting for the Father's command.
Creation started to tremble and the tomb began to shake,
and like the lighning from heave the stone rolled away;
And the guards as dead men froze in their fright
as the power of love displayed its might
Then suddenly a melody filed the air,
Riding wings of wind, it was ev'rywhere.
The words all creation had been longing to hear,
the sweet sound of vict'ry so lound and clear.
Arise, My Love! Arise, My Love!
The grave no longer has a hold on You.
No more death's sting, and no more suffering.
Arise, arise! Where are your shackles? Whis is your sting?
Hell has been defeated, the grave could no hold the King!
Arise, My Love! Arise, My Love! The grave no longer has a hold on you.
And no more suffering.
Arise! Arise! Arise!