The Third Day

Soft the ev­en­ing bells are ring­ing

Night her sa­ble shade is fling­ing

Death with dread­ful grip is cling­ing

To the form with­in the tomb.

Angels of light watch thro’ the night!

Waiting the glo­ri­ous dawn­ing

Knowing full well

sin

death and hell

Vanquished will be in the morn­ing.

Roman guards their vi­gils keep­ing

Birds on dew-gemmed bough are sleep­ing

Broken heart­ed Ma­ry’s weeping

While the King sleeps sweet­ly on.

See the arm­èd sen­tries shak­ing!

Lo

the seal­èd tomb is break­ing.

And the Lord to life is wak­ing!

Yea

He com­eth forth in might!