I
I MAY NOT BE LIVING, WHEN JESUS RETURNS.
BACK TO THIS WORD, TO TAKE US HOME.
BUT IF I AM SLEEPING, BENEATH THE COLD CLAY.
I'LL RISE UP WITH POWER, ON THAT GREAT JUDGEMENT DAY.
II
NOW DEATH IS THE MASTER, OVER ALL THE LAND.
NO ONE CAN ESCAPE, FROM HIS DREADED HAND
SO WHEN THE LORD CALLS YOU, THEN YOU MUST GO AWAY.
TO SLEEP THERE IN SILENCE, BENEATH THE COLD CLAY.
III
I NOW HAVE GOD’S SPIRIT, DOWN DEEP IN MY SOUL.
AND I’M ON MY WAY, TO THAT BLEST ABODE.
SO YOU SEE IT DON'T MATTER, TO ME EITHER WAY.
WHETHER I AM ALIVE, OR ASLEEP ON THAT DAY.
CHORUS
THE GRAVE CAN'T HOLD ME, FOR I SHALL COME OUT
WITH VOICE OF TRIUMPH, I'LL RISE UP AND SHOUT.
OH GRAVE WHERE'S THY VICTORY, OH DEATH WHERE'S THY STING.
I'LL SHOUT IT SO LOUD, THE HEAVENS WILL RING.