Mary to the Saviour’s tomb

Hasted at the early dawn;

Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,

But the Lord she loved had gone:

For a while she lingering stood,

Filled with sorrow and surprise;

Trembling, while a crystal flood

Issued from her weeping eyes.

2 Jesus who is always near,

Though too often unperceived,

Came her drooping heart to cheer,

Kindly asking why she grieved:

Though at first she knew him not,

When he called her by her name,

She her heavy griefs forgot,

For she found him still the same.

3 And her sorrows, quickly fled,

When she heard his welcome voice;

Christ had risen from the dead,

Now he bids her heart rejoice:

What a change his word can make—

Turning darkness into day;

You who weep for Jesus’ sake,

He will wipe your tears away.