Mary to Her Savior’s Tomb

Weeping Mary by John Newton


 * Mary to her Savior’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.


 * Jesus, Who is always near,
 * Though too often unperceived
 * Came, His drooping child to cheer,
 * And inquired, 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.