The Hymnal ‎#239

239. Angels roll the rock away

1 Angels, roll the rock away;
Death, yield up thy mighty prey:
See, He rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day.

2 'Tis the Saviour: angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day.

3 Praise Him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres:
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song,
let the strains be sweet and strong.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day.

4 Every note with wonder swell,
Sin o'erthown and captived hell:
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Christ the Lord is risen to-day.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Angels roll the rock away
• Author: Rev. Thomas Scott (1769, ref. added)
• Publication Date: 1895

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