Rise, all who seek the Cru­ci­fied,
The God that once for sin­ners died,
With lift­ed voice and heart adore,
Chasing our griefs, and sins, and fears,
The Sun of Right­eous­ness ap­pears,
Appears, to set in blood no more.

To death de­liv­ered in our stead,
For us He ris­es from the dead,
And life to all His mem­bers brings;
He gives us, while He soars above,
The dew of grace, the balm of love,
And drops sal­va­tion from His wings.

This day the Scrip­ture is ful­filled,
The Fa­ther now His Son has sealed,
And owned Him for His Son with pow­er;
God from the bel­ly of the earth
Hath called Him forth to se­cond birth,
Nor let the greedy deep de­vour.

Cast for our sins in­to the deep,
His life hath saved the sink­ing ship,
His life for ours a ran­som giv­en;
But lo! on the third joy­ful morn
Our Jo­nas doth for us re­turn
Emerging from His tomb to Hea­ven.