CXXXV | A Pocket Hymn Book#CXXXVI | CXXXVII |
1 He dies, the friend of dinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around,
A solemn darkness veils the skies!
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 man!
But lo! what sudden joys we see,
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
The rising God forsakes the tomb:
(In vain the tomb forbids his 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 Deliv'rer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster Death in chains;
Say: "Live for ever, 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?"
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First Line: | He dies, the friend of sinners dies! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Rejoicing |