When we the sacred grave survey,

In which the Saviour deigned to lie,

We see fulfilled what prophets say,

And all the power of death defy,

2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim

How weak the bands of conquered death;

Sure pledge that all who trust his name

Shall rise and draw immortal breath.

3 Our surety freed declares us free,

For whose offenses he was seized:

In his release our own we see,

And joy to see Jehovah pleased.

4 Jesus, once numbered with the dead,

Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;

And ever lives their cause to plead,

For whom the pains of death he bore.

5 Then, though in dust we lay our head,

Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave

Our flesh for ever with the dead,

Nor lose thy children in the grave!