He dies the friend of sinners dies,
Lo Salem’s daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

Ye Saints approach the anguish view…
of him who groans beneath your load.
He gives his precious life for you
For you He sheds his precious blood.

Here’s love and grief beyond degree
The Lord of glory dies for men
But lo, what sudden joys we see
Jesus, the dead revives again.

The rising God forsakes the tomb
Up to His Father’s court he flies
Cherubic legions guard him home
And shout him welcome to the skies.

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Words: Isaac Watts (1709)
Music: Amos Pilsbury (1799)