Ye trembling saints who love the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
For lo! the tomb is empty now–
The place where Jesus lay.

Thus low the Lord of life was brought,
Such wonders love can do;
There cold in death that bosom lay
Which throbbed and bled for you.

Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs,
For Jesus lives again;
Not all the powers of death and hell
The Savior could detain.

Exalted far above the skies,
Behold your living Head,
The Lord upon the Father’s throne,
Who dwelt among the dead.