1 The stone is rolled away,
The gloom of death is past;
Now breaks the golden day
On all the earth at last.
Now floats along the starry floors,
Thro’ crystal doors, the angels’ song;
Thro’ crystal doors, the angels’ song.
2 "He’s risen from the dead"
By morning’s early light;
For this the angel said—
The angel clad in white.
So keep we now our Easter day,
With joyful lay, and holy light;
With joyful lay, and holy light.
3 So bring we early blooms
When morning gilds the past,
Bright flow’rs with sweet perfumes,
And garlands for the Feast.
The blossoms sweet, on Easter day,
We humbly lay low at His feet;
We humbly lay low at His feet.