Mary to Her Savior's Tomb

Mary to the Saviour's tomb

Hasted at the early dawn;

Spice she brought, and rich perfume,

But the Lord she loved had gone;

For awhile she ling'ring stood,

Fill'd with sorrow and surprise,

Trembling, while a crystal flood

Issues from her weeping eyes.

But her sorrow quickly fled

When she heard His welcome voice;

Christ had risen from the dead;

Now He bids her heart rejoice.

What a change His word can make,

Turning darkness into day!

Ye who weep for Jesus' sake,

He will wipe your tears away.

He who came to comfort her,

When she thought her all was lost,

Will for your relief appear,

Tho' you now are tempest-toss'd.

On His arm your burden cast;

On His love your thoughts employ;

Weeping for awhile may last,

But the morning brings the joy.