Upon an old rugged cross
for all our sins He died
precious blood was shed
as heavens angels cried
Death was defeated
and the keys taken away
God's Grace given to all
as His Son died that day
The morn of the third day
at a Roman guarded tomb
our final victory was won
hell’s angels their doom
The earth shook and trembled
and the guards fell as in death
a quiet filled the glade as if
the universe held its breath
A light from glory blazed
and He stepped forth that day
angel’s voices raised in joy
as “HE LIVES” they did say
mkt
2016
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Upon an old rugged cross
for all our sins He died
precious blood was shed
as heavens angels cried
Death was defeated
and the keys taken away
God's Grace given to all
as His Son died that day
The morn of the third day
at a Roman guarded tomb
our final victory was won
hell’s angels their doom
The earth shook and trembled
and the guards fell as in death
a quiet filled the glade as if
the universe held its breath
A light from glory blazed
and He stepped forth that day
angel’s voices raised in joy
as “HE LIVES” they did say
mkt
2016
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