|
|
| |
|
Angel! roll the rock away;
Death! yield up thy mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
'Tis the Saviour; angels! raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise:
Let the world's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong;
Shout the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulchre new-born.
Heaven displays her portals wide;
Glorious Hero! through them ride!
King of glory! mount the throne—
Thy great Father's and thine own.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
7 7 7 7
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1772
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
|
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
PLEYEL
|
|
Meter:
|
7 7 7 7
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
1791
|
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Song #
|
Key
|
| # 581 | G | | # 457 | G | | # 555 | G | | # 372 | G | | # 252 | G | | # 409 | G |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
