HYMN LXIV. Resurrection of Christ

Ye that seek the Lord, who dy'd, Your God for sinners crucify'd. Prevent the earliest Dawn and come, To worship at his sacred Tomb: Bring the sweet spices of your sighs Your contrite Hearts and streaming Eyes, Your sad Complaints and humble Fears, And embalm him with your Tears.

While ye thus your souls employ, Your sorrows shall be turn'd to Joy: Now, now let all your Grief be o'er, Believe, and ye shall weep no more: An Earthquake hath the Cavern shook, And burst the Door, and rent the Rock; The Lord hath sent his Angel down, Who hath roll'd away the stone.

See, as Snow his Garments white, His Countenance as Lightning bright; He sits, and waves a flaming Sword, And waits upon his rising Lord: The third auspicious Morn is come, And call the Saviour from the Tomb; The Bands of Death are torn away, And the Tomb gives back its Prey.

See the Lord is ris'n indeed, To Death deliver'd in your stead; His Rise proclaim your Sins forgiven, And shews the living Way to Heav'n: Go tell the followers of your Lord, Their Jesus is to Life restor'd; He lives that they his Life may find, Lives to quicken all Mankind.