LOW IN THE GRAVE HE LAY;
by Robert Lowry, 1826-1899

VERSE 1:
Low in the grave He lay,
Jesus my Saviour
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus my Lord!

REFRAIN:
Up from the grave He arose
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever with His saints to reign
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah!
Christ arose!

VERSE 2:
Vainly they watch His bed,
Jesus my Saviour!
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus my Lord!

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VERSE 3:
Death cannot keep his prey,
Jesus my Saviour!
He tore the bars away,
Jesus my Lord!

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WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Words:Isaac Watts