Unveil Thy Bosom, Faithful Tomb,
Take This New Treasure To Thy Trust,
And Give These Sacred Relics Room
To Seek A Slumber In The Dust;
And Give These Sacred Relics Room
To Seek A Slumber In The Dust.

Nor Pain, Nor Grief, Nor Anxious Fear
Invades Thy Bounds, No Mortal Woes,
Can Reach The Lovely Sleeper Here,
And Angels Watch Her Soft Repose;
Can Reach The Lovely Sleeper Here,
And Angels Watch Her Soft Repose.

So Jesus Slept; God’s Dying Son
Passed Through The Grave, And Blessed The Bed:
Rest Here, Fair Saint, Till From His Throne
The Morning Break And Pierce The Shade;
Rest Here, Fair Saint, Till From His Throne
The Morning Break And Pierce The Shade.

Break From His Throne, Illustrious Morn!
Attend, O Earth! His Sovereign Word:
Restore Thy Trust: A Glorious Form
She Must Ascend To Meet Her Lord;
Restore Thy Trust: A Glorious Form
She Must Ascend To Meet Her Lord!