158. Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord

1 Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay,

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought!
Such wonders love can do;
Thus cold in death, that bosom lay,
Which throbb'd and bled for you!

3 A moment give a loose to grief;
Let grateful sorrows rise;
And wash the bloody stains away,
With torrents from your eyes.

4 Then dry your tears, and tune your songs;
The Saviour lives again!
Not all the bolts and bars of death
The conq'ror could detain.

5 High o'er th' angelick bands he rears
His once dishonor'd head;
And thro' unnumber'd years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.

6 With joy, like his, shall ev'ry saint
His empty tomb survey;
Then rise, with his ascending Lord,
Thro' all his shining way.

Text Information
First Line: Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1814
Topic: Resurrection and Glory of Christ
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