Coming to the Garden

Coming to the gar­den

At the break­ing of the day

Loving friends of Je­sus

Found the stone was rolled away

Knowing not the mean­ing

Of the Sav­ior’s emp­ty tomb

Seeing not the les­son

In the li­ly’s bloom.

Bloom

li­lies

bloom

By the ris­en Sav­ior’s tomb

He is ris­en

hal­le­lu­jah!

Hallelujah

hal­le­lu­jah!

Light im­mor­tal

hal­le­lu­jah

Scatters all the gloom.

Coming to the gar­den

Weeping Ma­ry sought her Lord

And His ten­der greet­ing

Was her won­der­ful re­ward;

So we come to meet Him

In our Fa­ther’s house of pray­er

Glowing now with beau­ty

Like a gar­den fair.

Coming to the gar­den

When this earth­ly life shall end

When to bow­ers of glo­ry

All His ran­somed shall as­cend

We shall sing to­ge­ther

In the glad

un­fad­ing light

Praise to our Re­deem­er

Honor

pow­er and might.