Low in the grave he lay
Low in the grave he lay,
Jesus, my saviour,
waiting the coming day,
Jesus, my Lord:
Up from the grave he arose,
as the victor over all his foes;
he arose in triumph from the dark domain,
and he lives for ever with his saints to reign:
He arose! He arose!
Alleluia! Christ arose!
Vainly they guard his bed,
Jesus, my saviour;
vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus, my Lord:
Up from the grave...
Death cannot keep his prey,
Jesus, my saviour;
he tore the bars away,
Jesus, my Lord:
Up from the grave...
Robert Lowry (1826-1899)
6 5 6 4 and refrain