Resting from His Work Today

Resting from His work to­day

In the tomb the Sav­ior lay;

Still He slept

from head to feet

Shrouded in the wind­ing sheet

Lying in the rock alone

Hidden by the seal­èd stone.

Late at ev­en there was seen

Watching long the Mag­da­lene;

Early

ere the break of day

Sorrowful she took her way

To the ho­ly gar­den glade

Where her bur­ied Lord was laid.

So with Thee

till life shall end

I would so­lemn vi­gil spend:

Let me hew Thee

Lord

a shrine

In this roc­ky heart of mine

Where in pure em­balm­èd cell

None but Thou may ev­er dwell.

Myrrh and spic­es will I bring

True af­fect­ion’s of­fer­ing;

Close the doors from sight and sound

Of the bu­sy world around;

And in pa­tient watch re­main

Till my Lord ap­pear again.