Was it a morning like this
When the sun still hid from Jerusalem?
And Mary rose from her bed,
To tend to the Lord she thought was dead?
Was it a morning like this,
When Mary walked down from Jerusalem?
And two Angels stood at the tomb,
Bearers of news she would hear soon?
Did the gra** sing?
Did the earth rejoice to feel You again?
Over and over like a trumpet underground
Did the earth seem to pound, "He is risen!"
Over and over in a never-ending round
"He is risen! Hallelujah, hallelujah!"
Was it a morning like this,
When Peter and John ran from Jerusalem?
And as they raced towards the tomb,
Beneath their feet was there a tune?
Did the gra** sing?
Did the earth rejoice to feel You again?
Over and over like a trumpet underground
Did the earth seem to pound, "He is risen!"
Over and over in a never-ending round
"He is risen! Hallelujah, hallelujah!"
Over and over like a trumpet underground
Did the earth seem to pound, "He is risen!"
Over and over in a never-ending round
"He is risen! Hallelujah, hallelujah!"
Was it a morning like this,
When my Lord looked out on Jerusalem?
He is risen!
Hallelujah, hallelujah
(Hallelujah)
Hallelujah!
(Hallelujah, hallelujah)