Christ is risen, burst His prison

Let us hymns of trimph sing

For our sadness turn to gladdness

Death today has lost it's sting.

Praises sing we, thanks we bring Thee,

Christ who took our sins away.

We inherit on Thy merit,

Righteousness and life today.

Let our living be thanksgiving

For what God in Christ has done.

Bow before Him and adore Him

Jesus Christ God's only Son.

Christ all glorious and victorious,

Is in heaven there to reign

He's been given earth and heaven,

All creation's His domain.

At the dawning of the morning

He'll return from heaven on high

Christ desending, we ascending,

Meet eachother in the sky.

Alleluia, Alleuia! Soli Deo Gloria!

Alleluia, Alleuia! Soli Deo Gloria!

Who am I that God should love me
And be punished in my stead?
How could the Great Creator
By the created be led
Up a rugged hill so lonely
To that cross of calvary
And accept that brutal hatred
Just to set a sinner free?

Oh the love that flowed so freely
Was a bright and crimson red;
And it held the life of Jesus
And of those who gibly said,
"Come on down and we'll believe you!"
After nails had peirced His hands;
And it also held provision for
His peoples in every land!

Like a speck of minute dust upon
The microsope of space is my life
A mere reflection
Is my influence and place;
Yet I wonder, oh I wonder!
At the gift he gave so high;
And I pledge my deep devotion
As I question," Who am I?"
Joan Clifton Costner