1 All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow,
Human taunts and Satan's spite;
Death shall be despoiled to-morrow
Of the Prey he grasps to-night.
Yet once more, His own to save,
Christ must sleep within the grave.
2 Fierce and deadly was the anguish
On the bitter Cross He bore;
How did soul and body languish,
Till the toil of death was o'er!
But that toil, so fierce and dread,
Bruised and crushed the serpent's head.
3 Close and still the tomb that holds Him,
While in brief repose He lies;
Deep the slumber that enfolds Him,
Veiled awhile from mortal eyes:
Slumber such as needs must be
After hard-won victory.
4 So this nght, with voice of sadness
Chant the anthem soft and low;
Loftier strains of praise and gladness
From to-morrow's harps shall flow:
"Death and hell at length are slain,
Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign."
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871
"Yet once more to seal His doom, Christ must sleep within the tomb."These lines have been omitted from Thring's Collection, 1882, No. 186, in favour of :—
"Yet awhile, His own to save Christ must linger in the grave"—by the Rev. J. Ellerton. -- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)