Out from a room, of stone, foul smelling
There comes a mighty arm to see
And from a tomb a light is welling
That lights a path eternally.

That might be stroked at last came sweeping,
The promised stroke and Satan flees.
And when he spoke, his promise keeping,
He took the tomb and held the keys.

Once more no pain, no sin, no Satan,
With Christ the mighty one to save
And once again a peace is wait’ in
Beyond the shadow of the grave.