The grave's dark hold, the silent tomb,
Embraced the One who faced our doom.
But death's cold grip would soon find loss,
Against the power of the cross.
He rose, the Dawn of the Undying Light,
Defeating night, restoring sight.
In empty grave, in linen slight,
We find our hope, our endless might.
He rose, the Dawn of the Undying Light,
Defeating night, restoring sight.
In empty grave, in linen slight,
We find our hope, our endless might.
The stone rolled back, the guards in fear,
The message clear, "He isn't here!"
For life had won, the Son had risen,
From death's dark cell, He had been prison.
He rose, the Dawn of the Undying Light,
Defeating night, restoring sight.
In empty grave, in linen slight,
We find our hope, our endless might.
No more the sting, no more the pain,
In His life, we rise again.
For every tear, for every cry,
In His victory, they all die.
He rose, the Dawn of the Undying Light,
Defeating night, restoring sight.
In empty grave, in linen slight,
We find our hope, our endless might.
So let us live in His new day,
In His light, let us find our way.
For in His resurrection's might,
We walk in the Dawn of the Undying Light.