1 Pain and toil are over now;
Bring the spice and bring the myrrh,
Fold the limb and bind the brow,
In the rich man's sepulchre.
2 Sin has bruised the Victor's heel,
Roll the stone and guard it well;
Bring the Roman's boasted seal,
Bring his boldest sentinel.
3 yet the morning's purple ray
Shall present a glorious sight,
Stone by earthquake roll'd away,
Angel guards all robed in white.
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First Line: | Pain and toil are over now |
Meter: | 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Easter Even |