Classic Poem

Lowly entombed he lay,
My blessed Saviour;
Waiting the promised day,
My precious Lord.
Vainly they watch him, now,
My blessed Saviour;
Surely he'll keep his vow,
My precious Lord.
Up from the tomb he arose! he arose!
And in triumph vanquish'd all his foes, all his foes,
He arose a victor o'er the realms of night;
And he reigns forever with his saints in light,
He arose, he arose,
Victor over all his foes.
Bursting the seal, he rose,
My blessed Saviour;
Scattering his armed foes,
My precious Lord.
He arose, he arose,