Three Women Went Forth

Three women went forth at the break­ing of day

Sweet oint­ment and spic­es on Je­sus to lay;

Sad

sad were their hearts as they went thro’ the gloom

And thought of their Lord ly­ing dead in the tomb.

’Twas all in a se­pul­cher Jo­seph had made

Rough-hewn in the rock

that our Sav­ior was laid;

And Jo­seph had rolled a great stone at the door

And Pi­late had sealed it to make it more sure.

There sol­diers kept watch

keep­ing guard night and day

For fear that the Christ would be stol­en away;

But vain were the vi­gil and the craft of His foes

Triumphant o’er death and the grave He arose.

Three wo­men drew nigh to the grave at the dawn

The stone was rolled back

and their Sav­ior was gone;

And two shin­ing angels in gar­ments so white

With words of great joy put their sor­rows to flight.

All hail

bless­èd wo­men! Why weep for the dead?

Your Lord is not here: He is ris’n as He said;

Now come

see the place where the Lord late­ly lay

Then haste

spread the news—He is ris­en to­day.