W ORKSWORTH Tune .

Come, saints, and view the grave,
The grave where Jesus lay;
Where Jesus conquer'd death, to save
Our flesh, which was his prey.

Why should we start aside,
Or feel such rising gloom?
Once, when the great Redeemer dy'd,
He sanctify'd the tomb.

That still and quiet bed
In which our flesh must rest,
Will hear the voice which wakes the dead;
Our flesh will then be blest.

And when we drop our clay,
Our souls will mount on high,
And wing the bright celestial way
That leads to endless joy.

When Jesus comes again
To wake the sleeping dead,
He'll bring us in his glorious train,
To their last conquest led.

When we our bodies see
With our immortal eyes,
How joyful will our spirits be
To meet them as they rise!

And when the pearly gates
To welcome him extend,
We shall march through the heav'nly states
With our immortal Friend.