Come Forth with Twice-Anointed Feet

Come forth with twice-an­oint­ed feet

And head that waits a se­cond crown

Thou art more liv­ing than the love

Of those who gent­ly laid Thee down!

Pain is their life

Thy grave their cross

They grieve

they sigh

they faint for Thee;

Come forth

and make time’s bit­ter­est loss

The joy of their eter­ni­ty.

Sinner and saint have loved Thee well;

With oint­ment pure and pur­er yet

They have an­oint­ed Thee

Thy feet

With hea­vi­est rain of tears were wet;

The sin­ner wept away her sins

The saint held cheap her cost­ly gift;

Arise

Thou lov­er of both

and each

To Heav’n and high­er Heav­en lift.

Crowned but with thorns

Thy ti­mid friends

Who found Thee where to lay Thy head

From sec­ret in­to op­en love

Arose at once when Thou wert dead;

With blood-an­oint­ed brow come forth

And wear Thy shin­ing se­cond crown;

Then in­to gen­tle­ness shall rise

The world that rough­ly cast Thee down.