O HUMBLE souls who seek the Lord,

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

But 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 th’angelic bands He rears His once dishonoured 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.