1 Near the Tomb where Jesus slept,
Roman guards their night watch kept,
Pacing to and fro alone,
By the closely sealed stone.
Christ! Thou Conqueror! All hail!
Guard and stone can nought avail!
Death is slain in mortal strife;
Hail the Prince and Lord of Life!
2 In the darksome midnight, lo!
Hark! an earthquake rolls below!
Sign of deadly conflict o'er,
Death despoiled for evermore! [Chorus]
3 That which by the cave-mouth lay,
Angel hands have rolled away;
And the Lord, His three days sped,
Comes triumphant from the dead! [Chorus]
4 Christ! Thou Victor o'er the tomb,
Take us in the Day of Doom.
Take us to Thine own dear side,
At the last great Easter-tide!
Chorus after 4th verse:
Christ! Thou Conqueror! all hail!
Let not Death o'er us prevail;
Help us in our mortal strife,
Bring us to the Land of Life.
Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #376