1 It was early Sunday morning,
Near the break of day,
When two angels came from heaven,
Rolled the stone away
From the tomb that held our Saviour,
So that He might rise,
That He might prepare us,
Mansions in the skies,
That He might prepare us
Mansions in the skies.

2 It was He Himself predicted
That He would be slain,
But upon the third day after
He would rise again;
And although by soldiers guarded,
Watching hour by hour,
He arose triumphant,
Son of God with pow'r.
He arose triumphant,
Son of God with pow'r.

3 He arose to justify us
From the guilt of sin,
And renew and sanctify us
And to help us win
Perfect vict'ry over Satan
And the yawning grave:
Let us trust His power,
He alone can save,
Let us trust His power,
He alone can save.