|Text:||The Heavenly Lover|
1 He dies, the Heav'nly Lover dies,
The tidings strike a doleful sound!
On my poor heart-strings, deep he lies,
In the cold caverns of the ground.
2 Come saints and drop a tear or two,
On the dear bosom of your God;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richest blood!
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for man!
But lo! what sudden joys I see,
Jesus the dead, revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes his tomb,
Up to his father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
|First Line:||He dies the Heavenly lover dies|
|Title:||The Heavenly Lover|