269		CM
	O HUMBLE souls who seek the Lord,    Chase all your fears away; And bow with rapture 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 body lay,     Which throbbed and bled for you.
3	But raise your eyes, and tune your songs:     The Saviour lives again; Not all the bolts and bars of death     The Conqueror could detain.
4	High o’er th’angelic bands He rears     His once dishonoured head; And through unnumbered years He reigns,     Who dwelt among the dead.
5	With joy like His shall every saint     His vacant tomb survey; Then rise with his ascending Lord     To realms of endless day.
	Philip Doddridge, 1702-51