The moon and stars, they wept, the morning sun was dead,
The Savior of the world was fallen.
His body on the cross, His blood poured out for us;
The weight of ev’ry curse upon Him.

One final breath He gave as heaven looked away,
The Son of God was laid in darkness.
A battle in the grave, the war on death was waged,
The pow’r of hell forever broken.

The ground began to shake, the stone was rolled away,
His perfect love could not be overcome.
Now death, where is your sting?
Our resurrected King has rendered you defeated!

Forever, He is glorified! Forever, He is lifted high!
Forever, He is risen! He is alive, He is alive!
Forever, He is glorified! Forever, He is lifted high!
Forever, He is risen! He is alive, He is alive!

The ground began to shake, the stone was rolled away,
His perfect love could not be overcome.
Now death, where is your sting?
Our resurrected King has rendered you defeated!

Forever, He is glorified! Forever, He is lifted high!
Forever, He is risen! He is alive, He is alive!
Forever, He is glorified! Forever, He is lifted high!
Forever, He is risen! He is alive, He is alive!


We sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, the Lamb has overcome.
We sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, the Lamb has overcome. We sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, the Lamb has overcome.
We sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, the Lamb has overcome.
We sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, the Lamb has overcome.
We sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, we sing hallelujah, the Lamb has overcome.

Forever, He is glorified! Forever, He is lifted high!
Forever, He is risen! He is alive, He is alive!
Forever, He is glorified! Forever, He is lifted high!
Forever, He is risen! He is alive, He is alive!

O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!

And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!

What gift of grace is Jesus, my Redeemer?
There is no more for heaven now to give.
He is my joy, my righteousness and freedom,
My steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace.
To this I hold: My hope is only Jesus,
For my life is wholly bound to His.
Oh, how strange and divine, I can sing, “All is mine,”
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

The night is dark, but I am not forsaken.
For by my side, the Savior He will stay.
I labor on in weakness and rejoicing,
For in my need His power is displayed.
To this I hold: My shepherd will defend me,
Through the deepest valley He will lead.
Oh, the night has been won, and I shall overcome,
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven.
The future sure, the price it has been paid.
For Jesus bled and suffered for my pardon,
And He was raised to overthrow the grave.
To this I hold: My sin has been defeated,
Jesus now and ever is my plea.
Oh, the chains are released, I can sing, “I am free,”
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

With every breath I long to follow Jesus,
For He has said that He will bring me home.
And day by day, I know He will renew me,
Until I stand with joy before the throne.
To this I hold: My hope is only Jesus,
All the glory evermore to Him.
When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat,
“Yet not I, but through Christ in me.”
To this I hold: My hope is only Jesus,
All the glory evermore to Him.
When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat,
“Yet not I, but through Christ in me.”

When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat,
“Yet not I, but through Christ in me.
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.”

God sent His son, they called Him Jesus;
He came to love, heal and forgive.
He lived and died to buy my pardon;
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.

Because He lives I can face tomorrow;
Because He lives all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.

How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives;
But greater still the calm assurance,
This child can face uncertain days because He lives.

And then one day I’ll cross the river;
I’ll fight life’s final war with pain;
And then as death gives way to vict’ry,
I’ll see the lights of glory and I’ll know He lives.