1 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.
2 Sin has bruised the Victor's heel,
Roll the stone and guard it well;
Bring the Roman's boasted seal,
Bring his boldest sentinel.
3 yet the morning's purple ray
Shall present a glorious sight,
Stone by earthquake roll'd away,
Angel guards all robed in white.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Pain and toil are over now |
| Meter: | 7s. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1871 |
| Topic: | Easter Even |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |