Thus low the Lord of life was brought; Such wonders love can do: Thus cold in...

Thus low the Lord of life was brought; Such wonders love can do: Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbbed and bled for you.

But raise your eyes, and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again: Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqueror could detain.

High o'er the angelic bands he rears His once dishonoured head; And through unnumbered years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead.

With joy like his shall every saint His vacant tomb survey; Then rise with his ascending Lord To realms of endless day.