Coming to the gar­den
At the break­ing of the day,
Loving friends of Je­sus
Found the stone was rolled away,
Knowing not the mean­ing
Of the Sav­ior’s emp­ty tomb,
Seeing not the les­son
In the li­ly’s bloom.

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Bloom, li­lies, bloom,
By the ris­en Sav­ior’s tomb,
He is ris­en, hal­le­lu­jah!
Hallelujah, hal­le­lu­jah!
Light immortal, hal­le­lu­jah,
Scatters all the gloom.

Coming to the gar­den,
Weeping Ma­ry sought her Lord,
And His ten­der greet­ing
Was her won­der­ful reward;
So we come to meet Him
In our Fa­ther’s house of pray­er,
Glowing now with beau­ty,
Like a gar­den fair.

Refrain

Coming to the gar­den,
When this earth­ly life shall end,
When to bow­ers of glo­ry
All His ran­somed shall as­cend,
We shall sing to­ge­ther
In the glad, un­fad­ing light,
Praise to our Re­deem­er,
Honor, pow­er and might.

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