Angels clothed in shin­ing rai­ment
Broke the seal and pierced the tomb,
While their faces, like the lightn­ing,
All the shud­der­ing depths il­lume.
Roman sol­diers fly af­fright­ed,
As the tid­ings they re­veal,
Christ is judg­ment, say the an­gels
Sent of God to break the seal.

Lo! we thank Him for their mis­sion,
As we toward His tem­ples throng,
Bringing forth spring’s fair­est blos­soms,
Lifting high our nob­lest song.
Lifting, lov­ing, ten­der Sav­ior,
While Thy sac­ri­fice we feel,
From these hearts in guilt that lang­uish
Bid Thine an­gels break the seal.

Roll away the stone for­ev­er
From all hearts that lie in gloom,
Bid the bless­èd light of Hea­ven
Angel-like their depths il­lume.
So shall we, re­deemed and ris­en,
In our Fa­ther’s pre­sence kneel,
Blessing Him whose white robed an­gels
Broke for us the earth­ly seal.