Death is conquered; His sheep, He’ll always keep, The solemn cross has defeated the grave. Do not mourn, His rising is faster than a leap. He was asked to be crucified by a heap, Yet, He stood still for them whom He forgave. Death is conquered; His sheep, He’ll always keep. He was chastised, yet He didn’t leave His sheep, He stood silent before them, forever a brave; Do not mourn, His rising is faster than a leap. He told me the previous night not to weep, He didn’t leave the cross, to free me—a slave, Death is conquered; His sheep, He’ll always keep. They’ll be judged by what they sow and reap; You, who are under his wings, whom He did save, Do not mourn, His rising is faster than a leap. The tomb couldn’t keep Him in it asleep, It only gave a three-day-rest to the knave; Death is conquered; His sheep, He’ll always keep, Do not mourn, His rising is faster than a leap.