Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance.
John 20:1
Words: Howard A. Walter, My Creed, and Other Poems (Boston, Massachusetts: Richard G. Badger, 1912), page 99.
Music: Holy Sepulchre Edward H. Thorne, 1862 (🔊 
). Appeared in Psalms and Hymns, by Morrell & How, 1863.
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Still are there love-drawn souls today
Who seek the tomb where Jesus lay
And find the stone is rolled away.
They peer within the ghostly gloom;
No spiritual lights illume,
They only see the empty tomb.
To them no angel forms appear,
No voice is sounding in their ear,
The Lord is ris’n. He is not here.
From piteous eyes the quick tears start,
Then, musing o’er the thievish art
That stole their Lord, they slow depart.
They bow bereaved beneath the cross,
They mourn the world’s unmeasured loss,
And hold all heav’nward hope but dross.
Oh, foolish hearts and slow of sight,
Who watch and wait in Calvary’s night,
Will ye not see the Easter light?