Ye humble souls, that seek the LORD,

Chase all your fears away;

And bow with pleasure 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 throbb'd and bled for you.

Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs;

The Saviour lives again!

Not all the bolts and bars of death

The Conqueror could detain:

High o'er the angelic bands He rears

His once dishonour'd head;

And through unnumber'd years He reigns,

Who dwelt among the dead.