Verse 1At eve, when now he breathed no more,
The faithful few in anguish sore
The Lord they loved to burial bore.
Verse 2To those who mourned him, who can say
How long the hours of sullen day,
How long the nights while hid he lay?
Verse 3O ye who shrink beneath the blow
That death can deal, henceforth ye know
Not hopeless is your human woe,
Verse 4For then, before their tears had ceased,
Love woke to joy the crimson east,
And Jesus rose, from death released.