Who shall roll the stone away?
Thus the pious women spoke,
As they went at break of day,
While each heart with anguish broke;
Though the way was dark throughout,
Though fond hope was mixed with doubt,
Yet an impulse made them brave—
Holy love led to His grave.
Spices sweet and love they take,
To their Master’s sacred tomb;
Those on Him they fain would break,
In yon dark sepulchral room,
But their zeal is checked alone
By this huge obstructing stone,
And they find to their dismay
That the stone was rolled away?
Sing we then our brightest lay,
On the day our Lord arose,
Since Christ’s resurrection day,
Vanquished now are all our foes;
Since He tasted death for us,
We’re in Him victorious,
And our Easter songs must own,
Triumph came thro’ Christ alone.