Angels, roll the rock away; Death, yield up thy mighty prey: See! He rises from the tomb Glowing with immortal bloom. 'Tis the Saviour; seraphs, raise Your triumphant shouts of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. Lift, ye saints, lift up your eyes; Now to glory see Him rise; Hosts of angels on the road Hail and sing th'incarnate God.