Bound upon the accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is He?
By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood, and writhing limb,
By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side so deeply pierced,
By the baffled burning thirst,
By the drooping death-dewed brow,
Son of Man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou.
Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the sun at noon-day pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending veil,
By earth that trembles at His doom,
By yonder saints who burst their tomb,
By Eden, promised ere He died,
To the felon at His side,
Lord! our suppliant knees we bow,
Son of God! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou.
Bound upon the accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is He?
By the last and bitter cry,
The ghost given up in agony,
By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead;
By the mourners come to weep,
Where the bones of Jesus sleep;
Crucified! we know Thee now,
Son of Man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou.
Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the prayer for them that slew,
Lord! they know not what they do!"
By the spoiled and empty grave,
By the souls He died to save,
By the conquest He hath won,
By the saints before His throne,
By the rainbow round His brow,
Son of God! 'tis Thou 'tis Thou.
Resting from His work to-day
In the tomb the Saviour lay,
Still He sleeps, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding-sheet,
In the rocky tomb alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.
Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene;
Rising early, resting late
By the sepulchre to wait;
In the holy garden glade,
Where her buried Lord was laid.
So with Thee till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend ;
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In this stony heart of mine,
Where in pure embalmed cell
None but Thou may ever dwell.
Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering;
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around,
And in patient watch remain
Till my Lord appear again. Amen.
At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid
Deep in thy darksome bed;
All still and cold beneath yon dreary stone
Thy sacred form is gone;
Around those lips where power and mercy hung,
The dews of death have clung;
The dull earth o'er Thee, and Thy foes around, Thou sleepest a silent corse, in funeral fetters wound.
Jesus Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the cross,
Suffer to redeem our loss.
Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ our heavenly King;
Who endured the cross and grave
Sinners to redeem and save.
But the pains which He endured
Our salvation have procured;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing. Hallelujah.
The happy morn is come:
Triumphant o'er the grave
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Omnipotent to save:
Captivity is captive led,
For Jesus liveth who was dead.
Who now accuseth them
For whom their Surety died?
Who shall their souls condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led,
For Jesus liveth who was dead.
Christ hath the ransom paid,
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid;
By Him our victory won;
Captivity is captive led,
For Jesus liveth who was dead.
"Christ the Lord is risen to-day,"
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo! our sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell!
Death in vain forbids His rise,
Christ hath opened Paradise!
Lives again our glorious King,
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once he died, our souls to save,
Where thy victory, O Grave?
Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
Hail the Lord of earth and heaven,
Praise to Thee by both be given;
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the Resurrection Thou.
Ye sons and daughters of the King
Whom heavenly hosts in glory sing,
To-day the grave hath lost its sting! Hallelujah.
On this first morning of the week,
Before the day began to break,
The Marys went their Lord to seek. Hallelujah.
[The holy women, faithful three,
Soon as the Sabbath set them free,
To embalm His corpse came lovingly.
An angel clad in white was he,
That sate and spake unto the three,
"He goes before to Galilee."
The dearly loved apostle, John,
Ran foremost, Peter following on
First entered in-but Christ was gone.]
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