Some of us stay at the Cross,

Some of us wait at the Tomb,

Quickened, raised, seated together with Christ,

Yet lingering still in its gloom.

Some of us bide at the Passover Feast

With Ascension all unknown--

The triumphs of grace in the heavenly place

That our Lord has made our own.

If the Christ Who died had stopped at the Cross

His work had been incomplete,

If the Christ Who was buried had stayed in the Tomb

He had only known defeat.

But the way of the Cross never stops at the Cross

And the way of the Tomb leads on

To victorious grace in the heavenly place

Where the risen Lord has gone.