Sinners, dis­miss your fear,
The joy­ful tid­ings hear!
This the word that Je­sus said,
O be­lieve, and feel it true;
Christ is ris­en from the dead,
Lives the Lord who died for you!

Haste, to His tomb re­pair,
And see the to­kens there;
See the place where Je­sus lay,
Mark the bu­ri­al cloths He wore;
Angels near His rel­ics stay,
Guards of Him who dies no more.

Why then art thou cast down,
Thou poor af­flict­ed one?
Full of doubts, and griefs, and fears,
Look in­to that op­en grave!
Died He not to dry thy tears?
Rose He not thy soul to save?

Know’st thou not where to find
The Sav­ior of man­kind?
He hath borne Him­self away,
He from death Him­self hath freed,
He on the third glo­ri­ous day,
Rose tri­um­phant from the dead.

To purge thy guil­ty stain
He died, and rose again;
Wherefore dost thou weep and mourn?
Sinner, lift thine heart and eye,
Turn thee, to thy Je­sus turn,
See thy lov­ing Sav­ior nigh.

He comes His own to claim,
He calls thee by thy name:
Drooping soul, re­joice, re­joice,
See Him there to life re­stored!
Mary—know thy Sav­ior’s voice,
Hear it, and re­ply, My Lord.