The Stone Is Rolled Away

The stone is rolled away

The gloom of death is past;

Now breaks the gold­en day

On all the earth at last.

Now floats along the star­ry floors

Thro’ crys­tal doors

the an­gels’ song;

Thro’ crys­tal doors

the an­gels’ song.

He’s ris­en from the dead

By morn­ing’s ear­ly light;

For this the an­gel said—

The an­gel clad in white.

So keep we now our East­er day

With joy­ful lay

and ho­ly light;

With joy­ful lay

and ho­ly light.

So bring we ear­ly blooms

When morn­ing gilds the past

Bright flow’rs with sweet per­fumes

And gar­lands for the Feast.

The blos­soms sweet

on East­er day

We hum­bly lay low at His feet;

We hum­bly lay low at His feet.