HYMN.
Saints, who mourn the slumbering dead,
Look to your incarnate head!
See him mounting from the tomb,
Death and hell await their doom.—Hallelujah.Now, on glitt’ring thrones above,
Seraphs chaunt redeeming love;
Ransom’d saints the concert join,
Echoing the hymn divine.—Hallelujah.Borne on clouds of azure light,
Angels wing their rapid flight,
And around the bursting grave,
Welcome him, who-died to save.—Hallelujah.Come ye rescu’d, sing his praise,
Jesus loves to hear your lays;
He who conquered hell and death,
Hears the humblest sinner’s breath.—Hallelujah.Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
Triune God! of saints the boast;
Let us soon amid the throng,
Join the chorus in their song.—Hallelujah.J. C. jun.
R. Weston, Printer, Queen’s Gardens, Crosby Row, Southwark.
FOOTNOTES.
[4] Ezekiel 24.