1 From tribulation's gloomy vale,
where Jesus bow'd, where Jesus bled,
The suff'ring, conq'ring Lamb of God,
Shall lift on high, his glorious head.

2 For rebel man, the Saviour died:
For man, he burst the rocky tomb;
And opes, by death, a door of hope,
That enters on the world to come.

3 The bow, the sword, the sting of death,
Christ Jesus' death has took away;
And Achor's vale, this vale of tears,
Now beams with everlasting day.