We watched Him die,
the sky torn open,
the earth groaning beneath the weight of sorrow.
We stood, breathless,
at the foot of the splintered tree,
where mercy bled and hope seemed lost.

We wept
  (oh, how we wept)
until the silence of the tomb
became the silence of our own hearts.

But then,
O morning of mornings!
stone rolled away, light pouring in,
and with trembling hands and astonished hearts,
we sang Alleluia to the risen King.

We sang through tears,
through wonder,
through the shattering of every chain.
We sang because death had no song to answer Him.
We sang because Love had conquered.

Now we must tell.
We who have seen the darkness break,
we who have heard the stones cry out,
we who have touched His living wounds,
we must go throughout the world around us.

Tell it to the restless and the ruined,
to the mountains and the valleys,
to every weary corner of the earth:
He lives!
He reigns!
He saves!

We watched.
We sang.
Now we tell,
until every tongue joins the Alleluia,
and the world is ablaze with His glory.