Text: Isaac Watts; Music: George Careless
- He died! The great Redeemer died, And Israel's daughters wept around. A solemn darkness veiled the sky; A sudden trembling shook 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 precious blood.
- Here's love and grief beyond degree; The Lord of glory died for men. But lo! what sudden joys were heard! The Lord, though dead, revived again.
- The rising Lord forsook the tomb. In vain the tomb forbade him rise. Cherubic legions guard him home And shout him welcome to the skies.
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