He was taken by the great, and embalmed in spices sweet,
And was in a new sepulchre laid.
Hail, mighty Savior, hail mighty Savior!
Prince and the Author of peace!
Oh, he burst the bars of death, and triumphing left the earth,
He ascended to mansions of bliss.
Now interceding, now interceding,
Pleading that sinners might live;
Saying, “Father, I have died, (O, behold my hands and side!)
To redeem them, I pray thee, forgive.”