In the Tomb Behold He Lies

In the tomb

be­hold He lies

Who the dead awak­eth.

Christ

our strick­en sac­ri­fice

Of sweet rest par­tak­eth.

Fear we then no more the gloom

Of death’s nar­row dwell­ing:

Jesus died! the won­der­ing tomb

Of His praise is tell­ing.

Vainly shall His foes re­joice;

Vainly death de­tain Him:

Lazarus heard His migh­ty voice;

What shall then re­strain Him?

What shall bind His con­quer­ing arm

Who the mount­ains rend­eth?

Who

that He may death dis­arm

To the tomb des­cend­eth?