April 11th, 2020

faith

Holy Saturday (I)


Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Oh, it causes me to tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when the stone was rolled away?
faith

Holy Saturday (II)


Words: Isaac Watts, 1709

He dies the friend of sinners dies
our daughters weep around
A solemn darkness veils the skies
And trembling shakes the ground

Ye saints! Approach the anguish view
Of Him who groans beneath your load
He gives His precious life for you
For you he sheds his blood
He sheds His precious blood

There’s love and grief beyond degree
The Lord of glory dies
But lo what sudden joys we see
Jesus revives

The rising God forsakes the tomb
Up to His father’s court he flies
Cherubs, angels guard him home
And shout Him to the skies
They welcome Him to the skies

The rising God forsakes the tomb
Up to His father’s court he flies
And all the angels call him home
They welcome him back to the skies