6.
“By the blood of Thy covenant I have sent forth Thy prisoners
out of the pit wherein there is no water.”
“Unbind the grave-clothes, loose him, let him go!”
So spake the Lord when Lazarus had risen
From the dark night of death's mysterious prison,
Opening his eyes to see the day; and so
His ministers absolve and heal the woe,
And from death-fetters set the sinner free,
Ere he at table sits, good Lord, with Thee.
And witnesses there are of all below.
Christ left the virgin tomb, the twilight shone,
An Angel roll'd away the heavy stone,
In witness of the triumphs He had won.
Thus, too, the blessed Angels at the end,
In the great Resurrection, shall descend,—
A solemn witness on each soul attend.
