Mary to her Sav­ior’s tomb
Hasted at the ear­ly dawn;
Spice she brought, and sweet per­fume,
But the Lord she loved was gone.

For awhile she weep­ing stood,
Struck with sor­row and sur­prise;
Shedding tears, a plen­te­ous flood,
For her heart sup­plied her eyes.

Jesus, who is al­ways near,
Though too oft­en un­per­ceived
Came, His droop­ing child to cheer,
Kindly ask­ing, Why she grieved?

Though at first she knew Him not,
When He called her by her name,
Then her griefs were all for­got,
For she found He was the same.

Grief and sigh­ing quick­ly fled
When she heard His wel­come voice;
Just be­fore she thought Him 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.

He who came to com­fort her,
When she thought her all was lost;
Will for your re­lief ap­pear,
Though you now are tem­pest tossed:

On His Word your bur­den cast,
On His love your thoughts em­ploy;
Weeping for awhile may last,
But the morn­ing brings the joy.