Angels, roll the rock away

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John Julian (Dictionary of Hymnology, 1907) assigns this hymn to Thomas Scott, and says it was published in Enfield's Hymns for Public Worship, 1772. It appears in that volume as Hymn 61.

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Thomas Enfield's Hymns, 1772





1. Angel! roll the rock away;
Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See he rises from the tomb;
Glowing in immortal bloom.

2. Tis the Savior, angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise,
Let the world's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3. Shout, ye saints, in rapturous song
Let the strains be sweet and strong;
Shout the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulcher new born.

4. Hail, victorious Jesus, hail!
On thy cloud of glory sail
In long triumph through the sky
Up to waiting worlds on high.

5. Heaven displays her portals wide,
Glorious hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount the throne,
Thy great Father's, and thy own.

6. Powers of heaven, seraphic fires
Sing and sweep your sounding lyres;
Sons of men, in humble strain,
Sing your mighty Savior's reign.

7. Every note with wonder swell;
Sin overthrown and captived hell!
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?

"Hallelujah" after each stanza

 

Thomas Scott, Lyric Poems, 1773
Trembling earth gave awful sign;
Down from heaven a form divine
Flashed; the lightning of his look
Terror in the soldiers struck.

Angel, roll the rock away;
Death yield up thy mighty prey:
See! He rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

“Tis the Savior! angel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise:
Let the world's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

Shout, ye saints, in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong:
Shout the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulcher new-born.

Hail, victorious Jesu, hail;
On thy cloud of glory sail
In long triumph through the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.

Heaven displays her portals wide,
Glorious hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount the throne,
Thy great father's and thy own.

Powers of heaven, seraphic fires,
Sing, and sweep your golden lyres.:
Sons of men, in humbler strain,
Sing your mighty Savior's reign.

Every note with wonders swell,
Sin overthrown and captived hell:
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?

 

Thomas Gibbons, unknown date





Angels, roll the rock away!
Death! yield up your mighty Prey.
See, the Savior leaves the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom,






Praise Him all ye heavenly choirs!
Praise and sweep your golden lyres
Shout, O earth, in rapt’rous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong!
















Every note with wonder swell;
Sin o’erthrown, and captived hell!
Where is hell’s once dreaden king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?

"Hallelujah! Praise the Lord" after each stanza

 

Rippon's Selection, 1792





1. Angels, roll the rock away,
Death yield up thy mighty prey:
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

2. Tis the Savior, angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

5. Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise and sweep your golden lyres;
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong.

3. Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise,
In long triumph up the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.

4. Heaven displays her portals wide,
Glorious hero, through them ride:
King of glory, mount thy throne,
Thy great Father's and thy own.






6. Every note with wonders swell,
Sin overthrown, and captived hell;
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting!

“Hallelujah” after each stanza

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