Mary to the Savior’s Tomb

Mary to the Sav­ior’s tomb

Hasted at the ear­ly dawn;

Spice she brought

and rich per­fume

But the Lord she loved had gone;

For a while she lin­ger­ing stood

Filled with sor­row and sur­prise

Trembling

while a crys­tal flood

Issued from her weep­ing eye.

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-tossed.

On His arm your bur­den cast;

On His love your thoughts em­ploy;

Weeping for a while may last

But the morn­ing brings the joy.