Empty Cross Empty Tomb

Whose blood stained cross is yonder, On cruel Golgotha's head? It should be mine. For all my sins, My life blood should be shed. I stood condemned to die there, But Someone took my place. He paid the price with His own blood, And saved me, by His grace. Whose tomb is standing empty, With stone door rolled aside? Is that not where they laid the One Who, for me, bled and died? What glory, shining yonder, Illuminates the night? It is the Christ of Calvary, God's only Son--the Light.