Good Joseph Had a Garden

Verse 1

Good Joseph had a garden, Close by that sad, green hill Where Jesus died a bitter death To save mankind from ill. One evening in that garden, Their faces dark with gloom, They laid the Savior's body Within good Joseph's tomb.

Verse 2

There came the holy women With spices and with tears; The angels tried to comfort them, But could not calm their fears. Came Mary to that garden: And sobbed with heart forlorn; She thought she heard the gard'ner ask: "Whom seekest thou this morn?"

Verse 3

She heard her own name spoken, And then she lost her care; All in his strength and loveliness The risen Lord stood fair! Good Joseph had a garden; Amid its trees so tall The Lord Christ stood on Sunday morn: He lives to save us all.

Verse 4

And as he rose on Sunday, He is alive always, The very same Lord Jesus Christ Who hears us sing today. Go tell the Lord Christ's message, The Paschal triumph sing, Till all his waiting children know That Jesus is their King.