Once I went walking down a long lonely road.
I thought I had no one who would share my heavy load.
Then my mind went soaring back to a place I've never been.
And I realized that I was standing at the foot of my king.

There were three lonely crosses on a hillside that day.
And as I looked at my saviour, I cried Lord take me away.
There was blood flowing down and thorns pierced his head
But he cried Father forgive and then my Saviour was dead.

Well I stood there in silence thinking, Lord how can this be.
That your beloved Son, He gave his life just for me.
Oh then I heard a sweet voice whisper, Child lift up your head
For the one that you see hanging there, well "Jesus He's not dead."

He's alive, He's alive, no death could not hold him.
He's alive, He's alive, Oh the stone it was rolled away.
Satan thought he won the battle, when Jesus died on that tree.
Oh, but Jesus came back from the grave and he won the victory.

He's alive, He's alive, no death could not hold him.
He's alive, He's alive, Oh the stone it was rolled away.
Satan thought he won the battle, when Jesus died on that tree.
Oh, but my Jesus came back from the grave and he won the victory.
Yes, Jesus came back from the grave and he won the victory.
He Is Alive.