Lo The Rock Is Rolled Away

Lo, the stone is rolled away!
Death yields up his mighty prey;
Jesus, rising from the tomb,
Scatters all its fearful gloom.

Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.

Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour’s triumph tell;
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?

Let Immanuel be adored,
Ransom, Mediator, Lord!
To creation’s utmost bound
Let th’ eternal praise resound.