Scripture Verse

They saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. Mark 16:4


The Angel at the Sepulcher
Gustave Doré

Words: Tho­mas Scott, in Ash & Ev­ans’ Bris­tol Bap­tist Col­lec­tion, 1769. Tho­mas Gib­bons sub­mit­ted a mo­di­fied ver­sion to the Gos­pel Ma­ga­zine in 1775.

Music: Hen­don H. A. Cé­sar Ma­lan, Chants de Si­on, 1827; har­mo­ny by Lo­well Ma­son, Car­mi­na Sac­ra, 1841 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Scott (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

H. A. César Malan


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.

Heaven 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 heavenly 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?