A Living Savior

Verse 1

O child of God, “why weepest thou?” The Lord’s not dead, but risen; The mighty stone is rolled away From death’s cold gloomy prison.

Chorus

Away with fear! Away with doubt! Go, sound the tidings all about! Death and the grave are put to out; We have a living Saviour.

Verse 2

In clouds transplendent with the light, Angelic hosts attended, Triumphant over all His foes, The Lord our God, ascended.

Verse 3

List, how He calls thee by thy name! Behold the empty prison! Run! take the tidings to all men— The Lord, the Lord “is risen.”