After facing trial by the Jewish and Roman authorities Jesus was sentenced to be executed by crucifixion. At 9 in the morning, he was nailed to a cross next to the main road out of the city of Jerusalem. At midday darkness fell and three hours later, Jesus gave a loud cry and breathed his last. The Roman centurions declared that Jesus was dead, and he was buried in a tomb.
In the quiet, in the disbelief, in the grief, his friends and followers were scattered, hiding and afraid wondering “What happened?” “God why didn’t you stop it?” “What’s next?” “What is going to happen to us?”
Early that morning, a small group of Jesus friends made their way to the tomb and discovered to their great surprise that the stone was rolled away and the tomb is empty. An angel said to them, "You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. But go and tell others."
Jesus is alive.
I cast my mind to Calvary
Where Jesus bled and died for me
I see His wounds, His hands, His feet
My Saviour on that cursed tree
His body bound and drenched in tears
They laid Him down in Joseph's tomb
The entrance sealed by heavy stone
Messiah still and all alone
O praise the Name of the Lord our God
O praise His Name forevermore
For endless days we will sing Your praise
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
Then on the third at break of dawn
The Son of heaven rose again
O trampled death where is your sting?
The angels roar for Christ the King
O praise the Name of the Lord our God
O praise His Name forevermore
For endless days we will sing Your praise
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
He shall return in robes of white
The blazing sun shall pierce the night
And I will rise among the saints
My gaze transfixed on Jesus' face
O praise the Name of the Lord our God
O praise His Name forevermore
For endless days we will sing Your praise
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
O praise the Name of the Lord our God
O praise His Name forevermore
For endless days we will sing Your praise
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
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 ever such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing so divine
Demands my soul my life my all