On Calvary’s cross the Saviour died,
Then in the grave was laid,
But long He did not there abide,
His power was soon displayed.
The massive stone, the watchful guard
Could not Him there confine;
He, as the mighty conquering Lord,
Arose by power divine.
Yes, the amazing work was done,
Redemption was complete;
Hence He ascended to the throne,
Where saints bow at His feet.
But this will only profit them,
Who’re taught by grace to see
There’s beauty in the bleeding Lamb,
And to His cross to flee.