1 Why should we tremble to convey
The Christian to the tomb?
There once the flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

2 The graves of all his saints he blest,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?

3 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way:
Up to the Lord we all shall fly
At the great rising day.

4 Then let the last trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise:
Awake, ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.