One day the grave could conceal Him no longer, one day the stone rolled away from the door. Then He arose, over death He had conquered. Now He’s ascended, my Lord evermore. Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him from rising again.
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming.
One day the skies with His glories will shine.
Wonderful day, my Beloved One, bringing.
My Savior, Jesus, is mine
Oh, glorious day."
Happy Good Friday. Happy Easter. Happy Passover ["KHAG kah-SHARE v'sah-MAY-akh"]. Happy Jesus loving us!
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