Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-05-16
"An Angel Rolled the Stone AsOag.o

"-An Angel Rolled the Stone Aa0ag."
What sadness and what gloom,
To those weary wanderers came;
With their Master in the tomb,
All seemed lost of his great claim;
But an angel came at dawn of day,
Came, and rolled the stone away.
This grave is not his hopeless prison,
The angel to the woman said;
He is not here, for He is risen,
Come, see where your Lord was laid!
He goes before to Galilee,
Hurry onward Christ to see.
He spoke to them of long ago;
He speaks through all of time,
To lift their sorrows, heal their woe;
And this resounds in every cline,
o, weary and heavy laden, pray!
The angel will roll the stone away.
Sweet morn, harbinger of spring;
We bring thee beauteous flowers
And OF the resurrection sing
With all our ransomed powers.
What hope awoke with Christ that day,
When the stone was rolled away
They of Old they could not see;
Slow to believe what prophets spoke
When iourneying there in Galilee,
And hearing when the bread was broke;
But going to Emmaus, by the way,
The darkness of mind was rolled away.
To the poor in gloomy streets,
Where the wretched congregate,
Where despair and hunger meet,
Dread disease to propagate,
There q voice is heard to-day,
Christ is risen, turn away.
Turn away from crushing sin,
Turn away from erpent's sting,
That fingers in the gilded hell;
Break o break the charmer's spell!
Hope can drive away the fear,
Christ is risen; He is here.
Retreats for aged, and the blind,
The weary soldier sad and lone;
And for those who've lost their mind,
All of these have found home.
Wanderers once, they used to stray,
Till the stone was rollod away.
Till risen Christ was ours,
IT'LL His love had made US one,
TIL like dewy christened flowers
We bowed, and let His will be done.
Selfsh.-would our hearts so stay,
That the stone can't roll away?
Roll away from darkened minds.
In heather lands across the sea,
Where many Christian soldier finds
An honored grave, soul set free
Remembering Gods sweet gifts to-day,
Thy gifts shall roll the stone away.
In this land so blest and free,
With homes so bright and fair,
Remember now who gave them thee,
And come to God in thankful prayer,
Ask that love may earth adorn
This glorious resurrection morn.
Would you know sweet joy and life,
And gladly welcome every year?
Live above earth's sin and strife,
Conquer, without dread or fear.
Bright angel, roll the stone of gloom
From the darkened, lonely tomb
o, that this very sacred hour,
By the Spirits mystic power,
Some might leave the tomb Of night,
Coming to the heavenly light.
Weary wanderers Of the way,
Look TO Jesus! Look and pray!
For an angel waits to-day,
Waits to roll the stone away.
Darkness fee, and hope arise
While pressing onward to the prize.
Hope, we know, is not in vain,
For the precious Savious slain,
Died, alas! but rose again
On this glad Easter-tide.
Then let stronger faith abide,
Knowing His angels ne'er delay,
But come and roll the stone away.
To the tomb of care and fear,
Which comes to every earthly child,
Blessed Saviour, now draw near,
And in accents sweet and mild,
Speak as thou dIdst speak that day,
When the stone was rolled away.
Then shall each in rest remain,
While he calls US by our name,
Making good the wondrous claim.
". c. Johnson.