From quite a distance I stood and watched,
I saw His blood fall and stain,
I saw the crown of ugly thorns,
On His head as He hung there in pain.

My heart cried out in sorrow,
As Joseph wrapped Him in a sheet,
And placed Him carefully in the tomb,
Then walked slowly away in defeat.

On the morning after the Sabbath,
While taking spices to the tomb,
I wondered how I could move the big rock,
And enter into that room.

But when I arrived the entrance was open,
The boulder was nowhere around,
Inside there was a young man in white,
But Jesus was not there to be found.

Though startled by this angel,
He said I must listen to his word,
"Jesus has risen He's come back to life,"
I was amazed by what I'd just heard.

I was frightened and badly shaken,
And trembling too much to speak,
But when I saw Jesus walking toward me,
My legs were no longer weak.

I went quickly to the disciples,
To tell them that Jesus has risen and lives,
But they didn't believe till they saw Him,
As He said, "Preach the good news I give."