Mary to Her Savior’s Tomb

Mary to her Sav­ior’s tomb

Hasted at the ear­ly dawn;

Spice she brought

and sweet per­fume

But the Lord she loved was gone.

For awhile she weep­ing stood

Struck with sor­row and sur­prise;

Shedding tears

a plen­te­ous flood

For her heart sup­plied her eyes.

Jesus

who is al­ways near

Though too oft­en un­per­ceived

Came

His droop­ing child to cheer

Kindly ask­ing

Why she grieved?

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.

Grief and sigh­ing quick­ly fled

When she heard His wel­come voice;

Just be­fore she thought Him dead

Now He bids her heart re­joice:

What a change His Word can make

Turning dark­ness into day!

You who weep for Je­sus’ sake;

He will wipe your tears away.

He who came to com­fort her

When she thought her all was lost;

Will for your re­lief ap­pear

Though you now are tem­pest tossed:

On His Word your bur­den cast

On His love your thoughts em­ploy;

Weeping for awhile may last

But the morn­ing brings the joy.