I At early dawn, with pious thought, The holy women spices brought— For Christ, their Lord, was dead;— But lo! the stone was rolled away: “Where are the seals?” they wondering say, “The guard, where He was laid?” | II “Why with your ointments mix your tears? Why all this sighing, and those fears?” An angel near declares: “There lies the stone that barred the tomb, No longer now its solemn gloom Your Lord and Master shares.” | III “Haste, haste with joy the tidings tell, The Lord hath vanquished death and hell, For He, the Death of death, Hath burst asunder hades prison, And, first-born from the dead hath risen, Even as afore He saith.” | IV Honour to Thee, O Christ, we bring, Thy glorious rising now we sing, Victorious is Thy strife; Our Hope, our Trust, on Thee we call, Our Joy, our Strength, our God, our All, And our Immortal Life. | |