Who Will Roll Away the Stone?

Who will roll away the stone?

We are few and are alone

Say the wo­men

sad and weak;

Who will give the help we seek?

Thus in whis­pers low they talk

Sighing on their ear­ly walk

Of the work that has been done

Ere the ris­ing of the sun.

Who will climb in­to the sky

Bring re­demp­tion from on high?

Who will light the drea­ry grave

And the dead and dy­ing save?

All is done that thou wouldst do;

All is fin­ished

soul

for you;

Life is born

and death is dead

Day is shin­ing

night has fled.