Who shall roll away the Stone?

What poor weeping ones were
saying Eighteen hundred years
ago, We, the same weak faith
betraying, Say in our sad hearts of
woe; Looking at some trouble lying
In the dark and dread unknown
We, too often ask with sighing,
“Who shall roll away the stone.”

Thus with care our spirits crushing,
When they might from care be free,
And in joyous song out gushing Rise
in rapture, Lord, to Thee, For
before the way was ended Oft we
had, with joy, to own, Angels have
from heaven descended And have
rolled away the stone.

Many a storm cloud sweeping o’er us
Never pours on us its rain,
Many a grief we see before us
Never comes to give us pain.
Oft-times in the feared tomorrow,
Sunshine comes, the cloud has flown,
Ask not then, in foolish sorrow,
“Who shall roll away the stone?”

Burden not thy soul with sadness,
Make the wiser, better choice,
Tread the path of life with gladness,
God doth bid thee to rejoice.
In today’s sunshine basking
Leave tomorrow’s cares alone,
Spoil not present joys by asking,
“Who shall roll away the stone.”