Mary to Her Savior's Tomb

Verse 1

Mary to her Savior’s tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord, the Loved, was gone.

Verse 2

For awhile she weeping stood, Struck with sorrow and surprise; Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart supplied her eyes.

Verse 3

Jesus, who is always near, Though too often unperceived Came, His drooping child to cheer, And inquired, Why she grieved?

Verse 4

Though at first she knew Him not, When He called her by her name, Then her griefs were all forgot, For she found He was the same.

Verse 5

Grief and sighing quickly fled When she heard His welcome voice; Just before she thought Him dead, Now He bids her heart rejoice:

Verse 6

What a change His Word can make, Turning darkness into day! You who weep for Jesus’ sake; He will wipe your tears away.

Verse 7

He who came to comfort her, When she thought her all was lost; Will for your relief appear, Though you now are tempest-tossed:

Verse 8

On His Word your burden cast, On His love your thoughts employ; Weeping for awhile may last, But the morning brings the joy.