Behold the blind their sight receive;

Behold the dead awake and live;

The dumb speak wonders, and the lame

Leap like the hart, and bless his name.

Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own

And seal the mission of the Son;

The Father vindicates his cause,

While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

He dies! the heav'ns in mourning stood;

He rises, and appears a God:

Behold the Lord ascending high,

No more to bleed, no more to die!

Hence and for ever from my heart

I bid my doubts and fears depart

And to those hands my soul resign

Which bear credentials so divine.