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