Angels, roll the rock away,
Death, yield up your migh­ty prey.
See, the Sav­ior leaves the tomb,
Glowing with im­mor­tal bloom,
Glowing with im­mor­tal bloom.

’Tis the Sav­ior. An­gels, raise
Fame’s eter­nal trump of praise.
Let the earth’s re­mot­est bound
Hear the joy in­spir­ing sound,
Hear the joy in­spir­ing sound.

Now ye saints, lift up your eyes
Now to glo­ry see Him rise,
In long tri­umph up the sky,
Up to wait­ing worlds on high,
Up to wait­ing worlds on high.

Heav’n dis­plays her por­tals wide,
Gracious He­ro, through them ride;
King of glo­ry, mount Thy throne,
Boundless em­pire is Thine own,
Boundless em­pire is Thine own.

Praise Him, all ye hea­v’n­ly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your gold­en lyres,
Shout, O earth, in rap­tur­ous song;
Let the strains be sweet and strong,
Let the strains be sweet and strong.

Every note with won­der swell,
Sin o’er­thrown, and captived hell,
Where is hell’s once dread­ed king?
Where, O death, thy mor­tal sting?
Where, O death, thy mor­tal sting?