Pain and Toil Are Over Now

Pain and toil are ov­er now;

Bring the spice and bring the myrrh

Fold the limb and bind the brow

In the rich man’s se­pul­cher.

Sin has bruised the Vic­tor’s heel;

Roll the stone and guard it well;

Bring the Ro­man’s boast­ed seal

Bring his bold­est sen­ti­nel.

Yet the morn­ing’s pur­ple ray

Shall pre­sent a glo­ri­ous sight

Stone by earth­quake rolled away

Angel guards all robed in white.