An empty cross
		a risen King,
		from death's dark womb
		new life does spring,
		
		for though the cross
		did slay the Lamb,
		death lost the fight
		to the great 'I AM'.
		
		That once foreboding
		fate that loomed,
		was swallowed
		in a victory tune,
		
		that Jesus sang
		with angels fair,
		in that sweet Easter
		morning air.
		
		'Come rise with me
		and live anew,
		consider what
		I say is true.