He dies! the heav’n­ly Lov­er 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 rich­est blood.

Here’s love and grief be­yond de­gree:
The Lord of glo­ry dies for man!
But lo! what sud­den joys we see:
Jesus, the dead, re­vives again.
The ris­ing God for­sakes the tomb;
In vain the tomb for­bids Him rise;
Cherubic le­gions guard Him home,
And shout Him wel­come to the skies.

Break off your tears, 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 vict’ry, boast­ing Grave?