Resurrection of Christ.

ANGELS, roll the rock away: Death, yield up thy mighty prey; See! he rises from the tomb— Rises with immortal bloom.

'Tis the Savior; seraphs raise Your triumphant songs of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

Lift, ye saints, lift up your eyes; Now to glory see him rise; Hosts of angels on the road Hail and sing th' incarnate God.

Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Praise him with your golden lyres; Praise him in your noblest songs; Praise him from ten thousand tongues.