Met Around the Sacred Tomb

Met around the sac­red tomb

Friends of Je­sus

why those tears?

Mid this sad se­pul­chral gloom

Shall your faith give way to fears?

He will soon

e’en as He said

Rise tri­umph­ant from the dead.

Hidden from all ag­es past

Was the cross’ mys­te­ry

Doubts awhile a veil had cast

O’er that first dear fa­mi­ly;

Till they saw Him

and be­lieved

And as Lord and God re­ceived.

Now with tears of love and joy

We re­mem­ber all His pain

Sighs and groans and dy­ing cry;

For the Lamb for us was slain

And

from death our souls to save

Once for us lay in the grave.

Hither

sin­ners

all re­pair

And with Je­sus Christ be dead;

All are safe from Sa­tan’s snare

Who to Je­sus’ tomb have fled;

Here the weary and op­pressed

Find a nev­er end­ing rest.

Wounded Sav­ior

full of grace

Hast Thou suf­fered thus for me?

Ah! I hide my blush­ing face;

How have I re­quit­ed Thee?

Should not I with ar­dor burn

Some love’s to­ken to re­turn?

But al­as

the spark how small!

Scarcely seen at all to glow;

Lord

Thou know’st how short I fall;

And my growth in grace how slow;

Yet when to Thy cross I fly

Soon all strange af­fect­ions die.

In Thy death is all my trust

I have Thee my re­fuge made;

And when once

con­signed to dust

In the tomb my bo­dy’s laid

Then with sav­èd souls above

I will praise Thy dy­ing love.

But while here I’m left be­hind

Burdened with in­fir­mi­ty

May I help and com­fort find

Visiting Geth­se­ma­ne

Calvary and Jo­seph’s tomb

Till my Sab­bath’s al­so come.