Come, my breth­ren, let us try,
For a lit­tle sea­son;
Every bur­den to lay by,
Come and let us rea­son.
What is this that casts you down,
What is this that grieves you?
Speak and let the worst be known,
Speaking may re­lieve you.

Think on what your Sav­ior bore,
In the gloo­my garden;
Sweating blood from ev­ery pore,
Crying, O My Fa­ther.
See Him nail­èd to the tree,
Bleeding, groan­ing, dy­ing;
See, He suf­fered this for you,
Therefore be be­liev­ing.

Joseph took His bo­dy down,
Shrouded it in lin­en;
Laid it in the si­lent tomb,
And re­turn­èd mourn­ing.
Soon He ris­es from the tomb,
Angels fly from glo­ry;
O what gl­ory shone around,
Hallelujah, glo­ry!

Brethren, don’t you feel the flame?
Sisters, don’t you you love Him?
Let us join to praise His name;
Let us nev­er grieve Him.
Soon we’ll meet to part no more,
Soon we’ll be in Heav­en;
There to join with those ab­ove,
And for­ever praise Him.