souls to sing.

I

Heavy laden with thy grief,
Do thy tears like raindrops flow?
Christ hath all thy sorrows borne
Long ago.

II

See Him in the garden, prone,
While He poured His soul to God;
Then He bore affliction keen,
And the rod.

III

Weary, laden with thy sin,
Dost thou bow beneath the load?
Cast the burden of thy woe,
On thy God.

IV

See Him faint beneath the load,
As He bears the ghastly tree;
Hear His weary spirit sigh,
All for thee.

V

Sad and doubting, lo! the sun
Shines upon a glorious day:
He is risen! come, see the place
Where He lay.

VI

Glory to our suffering Lord,
Praise to our exalted King,--
Source of life and endless bliss,--
Let us bring.

I

To Thee, O Christ, our God,
Great Shepherd, who didst bear
The wandering sheep that strayed
Back to Thy shepherd care;

II

Who, pitying, gav'st Thy life,
That we might stray no more,--
To Thee our hearts we raise,
And Thee our songs adore.

III

Blest Spirit, source of life,
From Hades' fearful gloom
Thou brought'st the Shepherd, Christ,
Who lay in mortal tomb,

IV

That He might still provide,
And tend, and guard, and keep,
Where'er His flock, abides
One Shepherd, of His sheep.

I

Glory shone within the gloom,
Vacant eyes in wonder gazed;
Shook the portals of the tomb,
And the prisoners stood amazed.

II

"Who is this in garb of light,
Come to chase our night away?
Who is this in glorious might,
Brings to us eternal day?"

III

"Back! the triumph has been won;"
Prone the powers of darkness lie,
At the feet of God's own Son,
Fresh from fields of victory.

IV

Glory, glory, life is ours!