In a little town called Bethany, people gathered round
A man they knew, as Lazarus, would soon be in the ground
Put grave clothes on his body and perfume they adorned
They rolled a stone in front of the tomb, three days they did mourn
Over the horizon with healing in his wings, Mary cried out
Oh dear Lord, no one can do a thing
With a tear in his eyes and a loud voice he called out to that stone
And the people gathered round and said, My God, what's going on
What's going on behind the storm
Death has lost its sting
Demons are climbing up the wall
Can you hear the heavens ring
Satan's finding out It's his final hour
What's going on behind the stone
It's resurrection power
Early one Sunday morning, as the sun began to rise
You see, Mary was coming to the tomb with a tear in her eyes
'Cause she found the storm had rolled away and the Savior was gone
Then an angel jumped up and said to Mary, Let me tell you what's going on
Well, what's going on behind the stone
Death has lost its sting
Demons are climbing up the wall
Can you hear the heavens ring
Satan's finding out It's his final hour
What's going on behind the storm
Is resurrection power
What's going on, What's going on
What's going on behind that stone
What's going on, What's going on
What's going on behind that stone
What's going on, What's going on
What's going on behind that stone
What's going on behind the stone
Death has lost its sting
Demons are climbing up the wall
Can you hear the heavens ring
Satan's finding out it's his final hour
What's going on behind that storm
His resurrection power
What's going on behind that storm