Sweet Spices They Brought

Sweet spic­es they brought on their star-light­ed way

And came to the grave by the dawn­ing of day.

But who will the stone from the se­pul­cher roll?

They said

as the tears from their weep­ing eyes stole.

The stone is re­moved

and the Sav­ior is gone;

Oh

hail

ye dis­ci­ples

this bright Sab­bath morn.

Lift

lift your glad voic­es in tri­umph on high;

Your mas­ter has ris­en

and ye shall not die.

May Christ now ap­pear as to Ma­ry He came

And fill ev­ery bosom with pi­ety’s flame.

Then Heav­en’s bright glo­ries we soon shall ob­tain

Nor Sab­baths

so peace­ful

be use­less and vain.