Our sins, our sor­rows, Lord, were laid on Thee;
Thy stripes have healed, Thy bonds have set us free;
And now Thy toil is o’er, Thy grief and pain
Have passed away; the veil is rent in twain.

Now hast Thou laid Thee down in per­fect peace
Where all the wick­ed from their troub­ling cease,
And tran­quil Sab­bath in the grave to keep;
Thy Fa­ther giv­eth His Be­lov­èd sleep.

Yet in Thy glo­ry, on the throne above,
Thou wast abid­ing ev­er, Love of Love,
Eternal, fill­ing all cre­at­ed things
With Thine own pre­sence, Je­sus, King of kings!

E’en now our place is with Thee on the throne,
For Thou abid­est ev­er with Thine own;
Yet in the tomb with Thee, we watch for day;
O let Thine an­gel roll the stone away!

O, by Thy life with­in us, set us free!
Reveal the glo­ry that is hid with Thee!
Glory to God the Fa­ther, God the Son,
And God the Ho­ly Spi­rit, ev­er One.