There Stood Three Marys by the Tomb

There stood three Ma­rys by the tomb

On East­er morn­ing ear­ly;

When day had scarce­ly chased the gloom

And dew was white and pear­ly:

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

With lov­ing but with err­ing mind

They came the Prince of Life to find

They came the Prince of Life to find.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

But ear­li­er still the an­gel sped

His news of com­fort giv­ing;

And Why

he said

among the dead

Thus seek ye for the liv­ing?

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Go

tell them all

and make them blest;

Tell Pe­ter first

and then the rest

Tell Pe­ter first

and then the rest.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

But one

and one alone

re­mained

With love that could not va­ry;

And thus a joy past joy she gained

That some­time sin­ner

Mary;

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

The first the bless­èd form to see

Of Him that hung up­on the tree

Of Him that hung up­on the tree;

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

The world it­self keeps Eas­ter Day

The Heav’n ab­ove is beam­ing;

All in high fes­tiv­al ar­ray

The mer­ry bells are gleam­ing.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

The Lord hath ris­en

as all things tell;

Good Christ­ians

see ye rise as well

Good Christ­ians

see ye rise as well!

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!