Chapter 10—The Resurrection of Christ
The disciples rested on the Sabbath, sorrowing for the death of their
Lord, while Jesus, the King of glory, rested in the sepulchre. The night
had worn slowly away, and while it was yet dark, the angels hovering
over the sepulchre knew that the time of the release of God’s dear Son,
their loved commander, had nearly come. And as they were waiting
with the deepest emotion the hour of his triumph, a strong and mighty
angel came flying swiftly from heaven. His face was like the lightning,
and his garments white as snow. His light dispersed the darkness from
his track, and caused the evil angels who had triumphantly claimed the
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body of Jesus, to flee in terror from his brightness and glory. One of the
angelic host who had witnessed the scene of Jesus’ humiliation, and
was watching his sacred resting place, joined the angel from heaven,
and together they came down to the sepulchre. The earth shook and
trembled as they approached, and there was a mighty earthquake. The
strong and mighty angel laid hold of the stone and quickly rolled it
away from the door of the sepulchre, and sat upon it.
Terrible fear seized the guard. Where was now their power to keep
the body of Jesus? They did not think of their duty, or of the disciples
stealing him away. They were amazed and affrighted, as the exceeding
bright light of the angels shone all around brighter than the sun. The
Roman guard saw the angels, and fell as dead men to the ground. One
angel rolled back the stone in triumph, and with a clear and mighty
voice, cried out, Thou Son of God! Thy Father calls thee! Come
forth!! Death could hold dominion over him no longer. Jesus arose
from the dead. The other angel entered the sepulchre, and as Jesus
arose in triumph, he unbound the napkin which was about his head,
and Jesus walked forth a victorious conqueror. In solemn awe the
angelic host gazed upon the scene. And as Jesus walked forth from the
sepulchre in majesty, those shining angels prostrated themselves to the
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ground and worshiped him; then hailed him with songs of victory and
triumph, that death could hold its divine captive no longer. Satan did
not now triumph. His angels had fled before the bright, penetrating
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