His Resurrection


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.

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.

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.