CXCIV. The Angel's Reply to the Women, that sought CHRIST.

YE humble Souls, that seek the Lord,
Chase all your Fears away;
And bow with Pleasure down to see
The Place where Jesus lay.

Thus low the Lord of Life was brought;
Such Wonders Love can do;
Thus cold in Death that Bosom lay,
Which throb'd, and bled for you.

A Moment give a Loose to Grief,
Let grateful Sorrows rise,
And wash the bloody Stains away
With Torrents from your Eyes.

Then raise your Eyes, and tune your Songs,
The Saviour lives again;
Not all the Bolts and Bars of Death
The Conqu'ror could detain.

High o'er th' angelick Bands he rears
His once dishonour'd Head;
And thro' unnumber'd Years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the Dead.

With Joy like his shall ev'ry Saint
His empty Tomb survey;
Then rise with his ascending Lord,
Thro' all his shining Way.