Where once the Crucified was borne,
And vailed in midnight gloom!
Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain;
The Lord is risen—he lives again.
2 Ye mourning saints! dry every tear
For your departed Lord;
“Behold the place—he is not here;”
The tomb is all unbarred:
The gates of death were closed in vain,
The Lord is risen—he lives again.