Christ Arose - King’s Heralds In the Garden - King’s Heralds He Did Not Die In Vain - Del Delker He Is Not Here - King’s Heralds He Lives - King’s Heralds

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Voice Of Prophecy

H.M.S. Richards

In the Garden of the Resurrection

Later on in this program, you'll hear a very important announcement.

Lift up the trumpet and loud let it ring, Jesus is coming again.

Cheer up you pilgrims, be joyful and sing, Jesus is coming again.

This is the voice of prophecy, A voice crying in the wilderness of these modern days, prepare ye the way of the Lord.

Coming again, coming again, Jesus is coming again.

From our Voice of Prophecy studios in Los Angeles, California, we welcome you to this half hour of inspiration and music with the King's Heralds, Del Delker, Brad Braley, and H.M.S.

Richards, a Seventh-day Adventist minister, the voice of prophecy speaker.

Oh, in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior, Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord.

Up from the grave he arose, he arose with a mighty triumph for his foes.

He arose a victor from the dark domain, And he lives forever with his saints to reign.

He arose, he arose, Hallelujah, Christ arose.

Up from the grave he arose, He arose with a mighty triumph for his foes.

He arose a victor from the dark domain, and he lives forever with his saints to reign.

He arose, He arose, He arose, Hallelujah, Christ arose.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Heavenly Father, we thank Thee that Jesus is a living Savior, that He arose from the dead, and ever liveth to make intercession for us.

We pray Thee that this blessed hope of ours in a risen Christ and in our own eternal life may be bright today.

Rest near to the heart of God, a place where sin cannot molest, near to the heart of God.

I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses, and the voice I hear falling I hear falling on my ear the Son of God discloses.

And he walks with me, And he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own.

And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.

I'd stay in the garden with him, Though the night around me be falling, but he bids me go through the voice of woe.

And he walks with me and he talks with me and he tells me I am his own.

I am his own, and the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.

Our contralto soloist, Miss Del Delker, brings us now the positive assurance of the song, He did not die in vain.

The day was dark and grief was wide, for hope was crushed and all seemed vain.

Until the Savior rose again, ring out the blessed news again.

O peril of the strain, the mighty Lord is risen in power.

O wondrous news of life and love, that Jesus lives and reigns above.

Here now is HMS Richards, the voice of prophecy speaker.

The trees were sobbing in a winter tempest.

The cold, wind-driven rain obscured vision, soaked everything, that is, everything in the open.

Here in this limestone cave it was dry, dry and quiet, as it had been since the workmen finished cutting it from the living rock, 1920 years before.

Caves like mountains had always been interesting to me.

But this cave above all others had drawn me since childhood.

And here I was at last, sitting within its rocky door, looking out into the storm, a dream come true, the realization of a pilgrimage of the heart.

The cave was a tomb outside the northern gate of old Jerusalem, believed by many to be the very sepulcher where Jesus had lain.

It had been prepared by the secret disciple, Joseph of Arimathea, prepared for himself and presented as a gift of love to him who had no home and no grave.

The little garden about the door, now the prey of winter rain and wind, was the garden of the resurrection.

Here 1 spring morning, before sunrise, the light of heaven flooded the world.

The guards fell away helpless as angel hands rolled back the great stone that closed the door of the tomb, so that the disciples, coming there early in the morning to perform the final services of burial, could see that the place was empty.

And then the Holy Voice spoke, Fear not ye, for I know that ye seek Jesus which was crucified.

He is not here, for he is risen, as he said.

Come see the place where the Lord lay, and go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead.

And that was the message that stirred the world, shattered pagan civilization, and built the Christian Church.

The seal is broken, the tomb is empty, And the stone is rolled away.

The morn is breaking, and our night is turned to day.

There in the tomb, I thought about these words and repeated them.

How cold the stone was, how silent, how changeless.

The greatest Christian preacher put it all in these simple words, how that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried and that He rose again the third day according to the Scriptures.

And isn't it strange that his enemies on that morning long ago, which seems only yesterday when you visit the tomb, were afraid he had risen and paid the guards to keep still about it, while his friends thought that the wonderful news was just a story imagined by an excited woman and went on mourning his death.

Read about it there in the 16th chapter of Mark.

He took a world of proof to convince them.

It was just too good to be true, but it was true.

They believed it when they recognized him there in the upper room.

Meditating there where the Lord lay, the evidence for our Lord's Resurrection seemed like the 5 fingers on the hand of faith.

Second the evidence of his post-resurrection appearances, 3.

All 4 gospels record Christ's burial in the tomb of the good Joseph of Arimathea.

All 4 record that on the first day of the week which followed the Sabbath, when certain women came to see the sepulcher, bringing spices that they might come and anoint him.

They found the stone rolled away from the sepulcher, and Mary Magdalene ran back and reported, Mary Magdalene.

They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulcher, and we know not where they have laid him.

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