Jesus, Resurrection Sunday is your finest hour
The day You rose from the dead for me
God lifted the weight of the darkness of death
When He raised You in victory.
O death where now lies your sting?
O grave your victory?
For, arising from that tomb on the Resurrection morn
You set all earth and mankind ever free.
(O, would that Thief One on the cross had repented
As You set Thief Two eternally free.
O would that Judas Iscariot had repented to God
For sins he committed against Thee.)
But Jesus, when God raised you from the dead
When He set all our souls free
You earned all praise from mankind forever
We bow before You on bended knee.
We extol You, Dear Jesus, this Resurrection Sunday
As King of all Kings, Lord of all Lords
We lift hearts, hands, and voices in praise
To our Savior Redeemer, the Son of the Living God.
Evangelist Alfreda Lockett Evans