The graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose, and came out of the graves after His resurrection, and went into the holy city, and appeared unto many.@Matthew 27:52–53

Leslie G. Park, in the Song Crown, by Aus­tin Tay­lor et al. (Aus­tin, Tex­as: Firm Foundation Pub­lish­ing, 1912), num­ber 15.

Pattaya Leslie G. Park, 1912 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Ernst Hildebrand (1833–1924)

When Christ the Son of God was slain,
Upon that awful day,
The temple’s veil was rent in twain,
The sunlight fled away.


The debt He paid for you and me
The cross He meekly bore;
But now from pain and sorrow free,
He reigns forevermore.

With thorns upon His bleeding brow,
He goes to Calvary,
To death His humble soul did bow
To set the captives free.


The earth did quake, the saints arose
Who slept beneath the sod;
The Roman captain cried aloud,
This was the Son of God.