The DAWNING. From Herbert

Awake, sad Heart, whom Sorrows drown, Lift up thine Eyes, and cease to mourn, Unfold thy Forehead's settled Frown; Thy Saviour, and thy Joys return.

Awake, sad drooping Heart, awake! No more lament, and pine, and cry: His Death Thou ever dost partake, Partake at last his Victory.

Arise; if thou dost not withstand, CHRIST's Resurrection Thine may be: O break not from the Gracious Hand Which, as it rises, raises Thee.

Chear'd by thy Saviour's Sorrows rise; He griev'd, that Thou mayst cease to grieve; Dry with his Burial Cloths thine Eyes, He dy'd Himself, that Thou mayst live!