by Thomas Scott (1705 - 1775)

Angel! roll the rock away
Language: English 
Angel! roll the rock away;
Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See he rises from the tomb;
Glowing in immortal bloom.

'Tis the Savior, 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 sepulcher new born.

Hail, victorious Jesus, hail!
On thy cloud of glory sail
In long triumph through the sky
Up to waiting worlds on high.

Heaven displays her portals wide,
Glorious hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount the throne,
Thy great Father's, and thy own.

Powers of heaven, seraphic fires
Sing and sweep your sounding lyres;
Sons of men, in humble strain,
Sing your mighty Savior's reign.

Every note with wonder swell;
Sin overthrown and captived hell!
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?

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From Thomas Enfield's Hymns for Public Worship, Hymn 61, 1772.


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  • Also set in English, [adaptation] ; composed by John Prindle Scott.

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This text was added to the website: 2020-09-03
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Word count: 160