The Friend of Sinners Dies

He dies! the Friend of sin­ners dies!

Lo! Salem’s daugh­ters weep around;

A so­lemn dark­ness veils the skies

A sud­den trem­bling shakes the ground.

Come

saints

and drop a tear or two

For Him who groaned be­neath your load:

He shed a thou­sand drops for you

A thou­sand drops of rich­er blood.

Here’s love and grief be­yond de­gree:

The Lord of Glo­ry dies for men!

But lo! what sud­den joys we see

Jesus

the dead

re­vives again!

The ris­ing God for­sakes the tomb;

The tomb in vain for­bids His rise;

Cherubic le­gions guard Him home

And shout Him wel­come to the skies.

Break off your fears

ye saints

and tell

How high your great de­liv’rer reigns;

Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell

And led the mon­ster death in chains!

Say

Live for­ev­er

won­drous King!

Born to re­deem

and strong to save;

Then ask the mon­ster

Where’s thy sting?

And

Where’s thy vic­to­ry

boast­ing grave?