Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 26

Tis done! the' atoning work is done:
Jesus, the world's Redeemer, dies!
All nature feels the' important groan
Loud echoing through the earth and skies;
The earth doth to her centre quake,
And heaven as hell's deep gloom is black!

The temple's veil is rent in twain,
While Jesus meekly bows His head;
The rocks resent His mortal pain,
The yawning graves give up their dead;
The bodies of the saints arise,
Reviving as their Saviour dies.

And shall not we His death partake,
In sympathetic anguish groan?
O Saviour, let Thy passion shake
Our earth, and rent our hearts of stone,
To second life our souls restore,
And wake us that we sleep no more.