His Resurrection
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Mary to the Saviour’s tomb
Hasted at the early dawn,
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume;
But the Lord she loved had gone.
For awhile she lingering stood,
Filled with sorrow and surprise,
Trembling while the crystal flood
Issued from her weeping eyes.
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But her sorrows quickly fled
When she heard His welcome voice;
Christ has 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.
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He who came to comfort her,
When she thought her all was lost,
Will for your relief appear,
Though you now are tempest-tossed.
On Himself your burden cast,
On His love your thoughts employ;
Weeping for awhile may last,
But the morn will bring you joy.
