The grave could not hold Him, my wonderful Saviour, Though sealed was the tomb where He lay. An angel descended with heavenly power. And rolled the great stone away. The grave could not hold Him, my wonderful Savior, For He rose triumphant on high. To those who will trust Him, His promise is certain. That they too shall nevermore die. The grave could not hold Him, my wonderful Savior, Exalted, all glorious He lives: The Author is He of eternal salvation And life everlasting He gives. The grave cold not hold Him, the God of creation, No power in earth or in hell Could conquer the One who had wrought my salvation. This message to others I'll tell.
