1 Lo, the stone is rolled away!
Death yields up his mighty prey;
Jesus, rising from the tomb,
Scatters all its fearful gloom.
2 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.
3 Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell;
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?
4 Let Immanuel be adored,
Ransom, Mediator, Lord!
To creation's utmost bound
Let th' eternal praise resound.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #206