They saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away.@Mark 16:4
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The Angel at the Sepulcher
Gustave Doré (1832-1883)

Thomas Scott, in Ash & Evans’ Bristol Baptist Collection, 1769; Thomas Gibbons submitted a modified version to the Gospel Magazine in 1775.

Hendon H. A. César Malan, Chants de Sion, 1827; harmony by Lowell Mason, Carmina Sacra, 1841 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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H. A. César Malan (1787-1864)

Angels, roll the rock away,
Death, yield up your mighty prey.
See, the Savior leaves the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

’Tis the Savior. Angels, raise
Fame’s eternal trump of praise.
Let the earth’s remotest bound
Hear the joy inspiring sound,
Hear the joy inspiring sound.

Now ye saints, lift up your eyes
Now to glory see Him rise,
In long triumph up the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high,
Up to waiting worlds on high.

Heaven displays her portals wide,
Gracious Hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount Thy throne,
Boundless empire is Thine own,
Boundless empire is Thine own.

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,
Let the strains be sweet and strong.

Every note with wonder swell,
Sin o’erthrown, and captived hell,
Where is hell’s once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?