Jesus drinks the bitter cup,
The wine press treads alone;
Tears the graves and mountains up,
By his expiring groans.
Lo the pow’rs of heav’n he shakes,
Nature all in ruin lies,
Earths profoundest center quakes,
The great Jehovah dies.

Weep o’er your desire and hope,
With tears of humblest love;
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthron’d above.
Lives our head to die no more,
Pow’r is all to Jesus giv’n;
Worship’d as he was before,
Th’im mortal King of heav’n.

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