Heaven’s sovereign blessings, clustering from the cross,
Rush on her, in a throng, and close her round,
The prisoner of amaze!—In his bless’d life,
I see the path, and, in his death, the price,
And in his great ascent, the proof supreme 270
Of immortality.—And did he rise?[14]
Hear, O ye nations! hear it, O ye dead!
He rose! he rose! he burst the bars of death.
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates!
And give the King of glory to come in.