The Angel's Reply to the Women, that sought CHRIST. Matt. xxviii. 5, 6

Ye humble Souls, that seek the Lord, Chase all your Fears away; And bow with Pleasure down to see The Place where Jesus lay.

Thus low the Lord of Life was brought; Such Wonders Love can do; Thus cold in Death that Bosom lay, Which throb'd, and bled for you.

A Moment give a Loose to Grief, Let grateful Sorrows rise, And wash the bloody Stains away With Torrents from your Eyes.

Then raise your Eyes, and tune your Songs, The Saviour lives again; Not all the Bolts and Bars of Death The Conqu'ror could detain.

High o'er th' angelick Bands he rears His once dishonour'd Head; And thro' unnumber'd Years he reigns, Who dwelt among the Dead.

With Joy like his shall ev'ry Saint His empty Tomb survey; Then rise with his ascending Lord, Thro' all his shining Way.