By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      l YE humble souls, that seek the Lord,
      Chase all your fears away;
      And bow with rapture down to see
      The place where Jesus lay.
      2 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.

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

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

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