He dies: the friend of sinners dies--
Our daughters weep around.
A solemn darkness veils the skies
And trembling shakes the ground.
Ye saints approach, the anguish view
Of Him who groans beneath your load.
He gives His precious life for you,
For you he sheds his blood,
He sheds His precious blood.
There’s love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies.
But lo, what sudden joys we see:
The rising God forsakes the tomb,
Up to His father’s court he flies.
Cherubs, angels guard him home
And shout Him to the skies.
They welcome Him to the skies.