I

Then the earth in terror shook,

And the sun grew dark in wonder;

Then the Temple veil was torn,

And the rocks were rent asunder;--

For the Just One, God most glorious,

Died upon the Cross victorious.

II

O Most High, Whom heaven adores,

Thou wast born to us in weakness,

Bore the scourging and the wounds,

Died upon the Cross in meekness;--

Now o'er death we rise victorious,

By the power of God most glorious.