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