6 Death cannot keep its Prey, Jesus my Savior. He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord! Up from the grave He arose, With a mighty. He wasn’t still in that tomb, He was gone. Andrew Olmsted’s will endure beyond the trumpet’s fading notes. He arose! He arose! ! Christ arose!. Vainly they watch his bed, Jesus my Savior. Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!. Up from the grave he arose. With a mighty triumph o er his foes.