1 The Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in Blood no more!
Adore the scatt'rer of your Fears,
You rising Sun adore.

2 The Saints, when he resign'd his Breath,
Unclos'd their sleeping Eyes;
He breaks again the Bands of Death,
Again the Dead arise.

3 Alone the dreadful Race he ran,
Alone the Wine-Press trod;
He dy'd and suffer'd as a Man,
He rises as a God.

4 In vain the Stone, the Watch, the Seal,
Forbid an early Rise,
To him who breaks the Gates of Hell,
And opens Paradise.