All ye that seek the Lord who died,
Your God for sinners crucified,
Prevent the earliest dawn, and come
To worship at his sacred Tomb.
Bring the sweet spices of your sighs,
Your contrite hearts, and streaming eyes,
Your sad complaints, and humble fears;
Come, and embalm Him with your tears.
While thus ye love your souls t’ employ,
Your sorrow shall be turn’d to Joy:
Now, let all your grief be o’er!
Believe; and ye shall weep no more.
Charles Wesley, 1707-1788, Hymns for our Lord’s Resurrection, #1.