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

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

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

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

5 Grief and sighing quickly fled
When she heard His welcome voice;
Just before she thought Him dead,
Now He bids her heart rejoice:

6 What a change His Word can make,
Turning darkness into day!
You who weep for Jesus’ sake;
He will wipe your tears away.