Ye Humble Souls That Seek The Lord

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

Thus low the Lord of life was brought; Such wonders love can do: Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbbed and bled for you.

But raise your eyes, and tune your songs, The Savior lives again: Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqueror could detain.

High oer the angelic bands He rears His once dishonored head; And through unnumbered years He reigns, Who dwelt among the dead.

With joy like His shall every saint His vacant tomb survey; Then rise with His ascending Lord To realms of endless day.