At the Grave

At the grave where Christ lay sleep­ing

In the arms of death’s em­brace

Roman wards their watch were keep­ing

As the night wore on apace;

Where in ma­jes­ty des­cend­ing

Came an an­gel from the throne

At the tomb of Jo­seph bend­ing

Rolled away the pon­der­ous stone.

Lo! the grave is rent asun­der

And the watch­ers are as dead;

Heav’n and earth be­held

in won­der

Death in chains a cap­tive led:

Angels

robed in white

are say­ing

He is ris’n

He is not here:

Christ

the call to life ob­ey­ing

Thrills the world with hope and cheer.

Re-as­cend

O King vic­tor­ious

Take again Thy roy­al throne;

There in Heav’n to rule all glo­ri­ous

Till the earth be­comes Thine own:

Foes may hate Thee

they can nev­er

Overthrow Thy right­eous sway;

Thine shall be the king­dom ev­er

In the realms of per­fect day.