All Ye That Seek the Lord Who Died

All ye that seek the Lord who died

Your God for sin­ners cru­ci­fied

Prevent the ear­li­est dawn

and come

To wor­ship at His sac­red tomb.

Bring the sweet spic­es of your sighs

Your con­trite hearts

and stream­ing eyes

Your sad com­plaints

and hum­ble fears;

Come

and em­balm Him with your tears.

While thus ye love your souls t’em­ploy

Your sor­row shall be turned to joy:

Now

let all your grief be o’er!

Believe

and ye shall weep no more.

An earth­quake hath the ca­vern shook

And burst the door

and rent the rock;

The Lord hath sent His an­gel down

And he hath rolled away the stone.

As snow be­hold his gar­ment white

His coun­te­nance as lightn­ing bright:

He sits

and waves a flam­ing sword

And waits up­on his ris­ing Lord.

The third aus­pi­cious morn is come

And calls your Sav­ior from the tomb

The bands of death are torn away

The yawn­ing tomb gives back its prey.

Could nei­ther seal nor stone se­cure

Nor men

nor dev­ils make it sure?

The seal is broke

the stone cast by

And all the pow­ers of dark­ness fly.

The bo­dy breathes

and lifts His head

The keep­ers sink

and fall as dead;

The dead re­stored to life ap­pear

The liv­ing quake

and die for fear.

No pow­er a band of sol­diers have

To keep one bo­dy in its grave:

Surely it no dead bo­dy was

That could the Ro­man ea­gles chase.

The Lord of Life is ris­en in­deed

To death de­liv­ered in your stead;

His rise pro­claims your sins for­giv’n

And show the liv­ing way to Heav’n.

Haste then

ye souls that first be­lieve

Who dare the Gos­pel-Word re­ceive

Your faith with joy­ful hearts con­fess

Be bold

be Je­sus’ wit­ness­es.

Go tell the fol­low­ers of your Lord

Their Je­sus is to life re­stored;

He lives

that they His life may find;

He lives

to quick­en all man­kind.