as they guarded the grave.
Could it be that the Father
He turned His back on His Son,
All hell seemed to whisper,
just forget Him, He's dead
But the Father looked down on His Son,
then the tomb began to shake
And like lightning from heaven,
the storm was rolled away
the guards all stood there in fright
Then suddenly a melody filled the air
Riding wings of the wind,
The sweet sound of victory,
Arise, my love, arise, my love
The grave not under has no hold on you
The grave could not hold the king
Yeah! Arise my love, arise my love
The grave not under has a hold him
No more destiny, no more suffering