Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
Every note with wonder swell,
Sin o’erthrown 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.
Thomas Scott, “Angels, Roll the Rock Away”