Resting from His Work Today

Verse 1

Resting from His work to-day In the tomb the Saviour lay; Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding-sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the sealèd stone.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again.