The Angels’ Story

Angels tell the joy­ful sto­ry

Of the re­sur­rect­ion day;

They alone be­held the glo­ry

When the bars of death gave way;

Hear them say­ing

He is ris­en;

Seek Him not among the dead.

They be­held the emp­ty pri­son

Death in chains was cap­tive led.

Hear them say­ing

He is ris­en;

Seek Him not among the dead.

They be­held the emp­ty pri­son

Death in chains was cap­tive led.

Sing His prais­es

O ye mor­tals

Strew the earth with ver­nal flow­ers;

Jesus pass­es through death’s por­tals

Rises o’er its gloomy pow­ers;

Angel guards the way at­tend­ing

Lo

He goes to dwell on high;

Seraphs there

be­fore Him bend­ing

Chant His prais­es in the sky.

Angel guards the way at­tend­ing

Lo

He goes to dwell on high;

Seraphs there

before Him bend­ing

Chant His prais­es in the sky.

Gracious Sav­ior

live for­ev­er

Victor o’er the prince of night;

And from Thee no pow­er can sev­er

What is Thine by blood-bought right;

Thine the king­dom

Thine the glo­ry

Fairest of the heav­en­ly train;

Ours the joy to wait be­fore Thee

Till we rise with Thee to reign.

Thine the king­dom

Thine the glo­ry

Fairest of the heav­en­ly train;

Ours the joy to wait be­fore Thee

Till we rise with Thee to reign.