All ye that seek the Lord who died

Verse 1

Ye that seek the Lord, who dy'd, Your God for sinners crucify'd, 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, And embalm him with your Tears.

Verse 2

While ye thus your souls employ, Your sorrows shall be turn'd to Joy: Now, 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, Who hath roll'd away the stone.

Verse 3

See, as Snow his Garments 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 call your Saviour from the Tomb; The Bands of Death are torn away, And the Tomb gives back its Prey.

Verse 4

See the Lord is ris'n indeed, To Death deliver'd in your stead; His Rise proclaim your Sins forgiven, And shews the living Way to Heav’n: Go tell the followers of your Lord Their Jesus is to Life restor'd; He lives that they his Life may find; Lives to quicken all Mankind.