The glory of God from the way of the East Shines into the sepulcher, slumber has ceased; The stone, like a cloud, has moved lightly away, And on it there sits a strong angel of day. O seize him, ye soldiers—he sits on the stone: Before him no bar, but beneath him a throne; Bedazzled and smitten by terrible light, The soldiers, they tremble and fall in their flight. O, ring, bells of Heaven; ye throngs of the blest, Again hallelujahs may swell from your breast; Let surges of music, like summer seas bright, Re-echo and roll through the heavenly height. They hated and sent Him in darkness to dwell Beneath the great mountains and billows of hell; But He lit the caverns of ancient despair, And with a new chain bound the fiend in his lair. And freedom He gave those who sorely were bruised; He triumphs today whom the people refused: Of all that have loved Him He’ll comfort the soul, His own wounded heart is for ever made whole. And, O, ye kind angels, who grieved for your song, Now sing that the right has prevailed over wrong; The best of good-will shines through hatred and pain And glory and peace have arisen to reign.