He dies! the Friend of sin­ners dies!
Lo! Salem’s daugh­ters weep around;
A so­lemn dark­ness veils the skies,
A sud­den trem­bling shakes the ground.

Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For Him who groaned be­neath your load:
He shed a thou­sand drops for you,
A thou­sand drops of rich­er blood.

Here’s love and grief be­yond de­gree:
The Lord of Glo­ry dies for men!
But lo! what sud­den joys we see,
Jesus, the dead, re­vives again!

The ris­ing God for­sakes the tomb;
The tomb in vain for­bids His rise;
Cherubic le­gions guard Him home,
And shout Him wel­come to the skies.

Break off your fears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great de­liv’rer reigns;
Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the mon­ster death in chains!

Say, Live for­ev­er, won­drous King!
Born to re­deem, and strong to save;
Then ask the mon­ster, Where’s thy sting?
And, Where’s thy vic­to­ry, boast­ing grave?