Weep No More This Holy Morning

Weep no more this ho­ly morn­ing

Mary

put away thy fears;

In this feast there is no scorn­ing

No re­pent­ance for thy tears:

Joy

O joy

a thou­sand plea­sures

All thy soul’s re­cov­ered trea­sures—

Alleluia!—Christ ap­pears.

Smile again

thou watch­er wea­ry

Wreath thy lu­cid brow with bloom

Death has fled

thou art not drea­ry

Angels shine athwart the gloom;

Christ has freed the world from pain­ing

Lo

He comes

His life re­gain­ing—

Alleluia!—from the tomb.

Joy to thee

He soars as­cend­ing

He who all thy sins for­gave;

All thy sor­rows now are end­ing

Magdalene

He comes to save;

Whom thou sought­est lost and dy­ing

Welcome now with an­gels cry­ing

Alleluia!—o’er His grave.

Mary

lift those brows de­clin­ing

Turn to see who stands be­hind

See His face with glo­ry shin­ing

See the pear­ly wounds en­shrined

Porches five

for all thy heal­ing

Life eter­nal each un­seal­ing—

Alleluia!—to man­kind.

Life in all His life’s re­sum­ing

Mary

all thy light re­store

All thy heart with joy il­lum­ing

Death is driv­en from the door:

Night has had his night of sor­row

Joy re­turn­eth with the mor­row—

Alleluia!—ev­er­more.