1. 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. Then 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 th'angelic bands he rears His once dishonoured head; And through unnumbered years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead.