1 Angel, roll the rock away!
Death, yield up the mighty prey:
See! He rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

2 'Tis the Savior! angels raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the world's remotest bound,
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Heaven unfolds its portals wide!
Mighty Conqueror! through them ride;
King of glory! mount Thy throne,
Boundless empire is Thine own.

4 Hosts of heaven, seraphic choirs,
Raptured sweep your golden lyres;
Sons of men, in humbler strain,
Sing your mighty Saviour's reign.

5 Every note with rapture swell,
Sin o'erthrown, and captive hell!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?.