Scripture Verse

They saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. Mark 16:4

Introduction

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

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

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Scott (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

portrait
H. A. César Malan (1787–1864)

Lyrics

illustration
The Angel at the Sepulcher
Gustave Doré (1832–1883)

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.

Heav’n 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 hea­v’n­ly 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?