Love Is Stronger Than Death

At the tomb where Christ hath been

Weeping waits the Mag­da­lene;

With the two dis­ci­ples she

Wonders where the Lord can be.

Look they in: they see the bed

Where the Lord hath laid His head;

Where He slept so calm

so still

Underneath His ho­ly hill.

Stooping down they see no more

Than the clothes which wrapped Him o’er

Clothes which bound His feet

His brow

Death’s white vest­ments

use­less now.

They de­part: but love and faith

Stronger are than sight

than death;

At the tomb where Christ hath been

Watching waits the Mag­da­lene.

He was here: then she will wait

Watching ear­ly

watch­ing late;

Where her Je­sus last was seen

There will wait the Mag­da­lene.

Look once more

O Ma­ry! see

Is it still the same to thee?

Clear the tears from off your sight—

Where was dark­ness

now is light!

Angel guards are sit­ting now

Clothed in rai­ment white as snow:

Shines their glo­ry through the shade

Where the form of Christ was laid.

He is ris­en! do not fear:

Your dear Lord ab­ides not here

See the place (wipe tears away)

Where the sleep­ing Je­sus lay.

Turns she round: she sees Him stand

In the gar­den close at hand:

Mary! ’Tis His ac­cent now:

Master! It is Thou

’tis Thou!