Good Friday

'Tis done! th' atoning work is done! Jesus, the world's Redeemer, dies! All nature feels th' important groan, Loud-echoing thro' the earth and skies The earth doth to her center quake, And heav'n as hell's deep gloom is black! The temple's veil is rent in twain, While Jesus meekly bows his head; The rocks resent his mortal pain, The yawning graves give up their dead; The bodies of the saints arise, Reviving as their Saviour dies. And shall not we his death partake, In sympathetic anguish groan? O Saviour! let thy passions shake Our earth, and rend our hearts of stone! To second life our souls restore, And wake us that we sleep no more.