Ye humble souls that seek the Lord,

Chase all your fears away;

And bow with reverence 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 throbbed and bled for you.

3 If ye have wept at yonder cross,

And still your sorrows rise,

Stoop down and view the vanquished grave,

Then wipe your weeping eyes.

4 But dry your tears, and tune your songs,

The Saviour lives again;

Not all the bolts and bars of death

The Conqueror could detain.

5 High o’er the angelic band he rears

His once dishonored head;

And through unnumbered years he reigns,

Who dwelt among the dead.