The stone is rolled away,
The gloom of death is past;
Now breaks the gold­en day
On all the earth at last.
Now floats along the star­ry floors,
Thro’ crys­tal doors, the an­gels’ song;
Thro’ crys­tal doors, the an­gels’ song.

He’s ris­en from the dead
By morn­ing’s ear­ly light;
For this the an­gel said—
The an­gel clad in white.
So keep we now our East­er day,
With joy­ful lay, and ho­ly light;
With joy­ful lay, and ho­ly light.

So bring we ear­ly blooms
When morn­ing gilds the past,
Bright flow’rs with sweet per­fumes,
And gar­lands for the Feast.
The blos­soms sweet, on East­er day,
We hum­bly lay low at His feet;
We hum­bly lay low at His feet.