On the Resurrection

Arise, my God, my Sun arise:
Arise, thy side
My sin doth hide;
Thy blood makes pure,
Thy wounds me cure,
He ever lives, who with thee dies:
Arise, my God, my Sun arise.

Abysses on Abysses call:
Who God denies
First to him flies;
Where fiends could dwell,
And make an hell.
She first sees heav'n of all:
Abysses on Abysses call.

See! ah see me purpled o're!
The scarlets thine,
Though th' sin were mine:
Thine was the grave
My sins would have.
The rising thine, I would implore.
See! ah see me purpled o're!

In mercy, Lord, in mercy rise:
Emit a ray,
And make a day,
Where sins black night
Hath ravish'd light.
Thou to the blind Lord first gav'st eyes;
In mercy, Lord, in mercy rise.

This day we Resurrection call:
Remove the stone,
My sins are one:
Ah buried in
The grave of sin:
Shall I no rising have at all?
This day we Resurrection call.

Come thou Abyss of sweetness, come:
Come my dear Lord,
Say but the word
Unto my Soul,
I shall be whole.
Thou for thy self mak'st onely room:
Come thou Abyss of sweetness, come.
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