Pain and toil are over now;
Bring the spice and bring the myrrh,
Fold the limb and bind the brow,
In the rich man’s sepulchre.

Sin has bruised the Victor’s heel,
Roll the stone and guard it well;
Bring the Roman’s boasted seal,
Bring his boldest sentinel.

yet the morning’s purple ray
Shall present a glorious sight,
Stone by earthquake roll’d away,
Angel guards all robed in white.