Text: | Comfort such who seek a risen JESUS |
Author: | Doddridge |
1 Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away:
And bow with pleasure 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 throbb'd and bled for you.
3 A moment give a loose to grief,
Let grateful sorrows rise;
And wash the bloody stains away,
With torrents from your eyes.
4 Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,
The Saviour lives again;
Not all the bolts and bars of Death
The Conqueror could detain.
5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears
His once dishonor'd head;
And thro' unnumber'd years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.
6 With joy like his shall every saint
His empty tomb survey;
Then rise, with his ascending Lord,
To realms of endless day.
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First Line: | Ye humble souls. that seek the Lord |
Title: | Comfort such who seek a risen JESUS |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Topic: | Son |
Notes: | Public Domain. |