John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 117
Mary to her Saviour's tomb|
Hasted at the early dawn;
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,
But the Lord, The loved, was gone.
For awhile she weeping stood,
Struck with sorrow and surprise;
Shedding tears, a plenteous flood,
For her heart supplied her eyes.
2. Jesus, who is always near,
3. 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.
4. He who came to comfort her,
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