Hymn II The Angel
Women, why shrink ye
With wonder and dread?—
Seek not the living
Where slumbers the dead!
Weep not, nor tremble;
And be not dismayed;
The Lord hath arisen!
See where he was laid!
The grave-clothes, behold them;
The spices; the bier;
The napkin that bound him;
But he is not here!
Death could not hold him;
The grave is a prison
That keeps not the living;
The Christ has arisen!