The Death of Christ

1. HE dies, the friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the sky, A sudden trembling shakes the ground, Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood.

2. 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 him rise) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.

3. Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the host of hell, And led the monster death in chains; Say, live forever wond'rous king, Born to redeem and strong to save; Then ask the monster, where's thy sting, And where's thy victory boasting grave?