He Dies! The Friend Of Sinners Dies!

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.

Come, saints, and drop a tear or two

For Him who groaned beneath your load:

He shed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer 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;

The tomb in vain forbids His rise;

Cherubic legions guard Him home,

And shout Him welcome to the skies.

Break off your fears, ye saints, and tell

How high your great Deliv'rer reigns;

Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell,

And led the monster death in chains!

Say, "Live forever, wondrous King!

Born to redeem, and strong to save;"

Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?"

And, "Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"