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In the humble home of Mary
Slowly waned the hours away,
Till she rose to seek the garden
And the place where Jesus lay.
Slowly waned the hours away,
Till she rose to seek the garden
And the place where Jesus lay.
Not the cross with all its anguish
Could her loving heart restrain,
But the tomb she sought was empty,
And her heart o'erflowed with pain.
Could her loving heart restrain,
But the tomb she sought was empty,
And her heart o'erflowed with pain.
To embalm my Lord and Master
To this garden I have strayed,
But, behold, I miss his body,
And I know not where he's laid.
To this garden I have strayed,
But, behold, I miss his body,
And I know not where he's laid.
Then a wave of strange emotion
Swept her soul, as angels said,
"Wherefore do ye seek the living
'Mid the chambers of the dead?"
Swept her soul, as angels said,
"Wherefore do ye seek the living
'Mid the chambers of the dead?"
Unperceived, her Lord stood by her,
Silent witness of her grief,
Bearing on his lips the tidings
Sure to bring a glad relief.
Silent witness of her grief,
Bearing on his lips the tidings
Sure to bring a glad relief.
But her tear-dimmed eyes were holden
When she heard the Master speak;
Thought she, only 'tis the gardener
Asking whom her soul did seek.
When she heard the Master speak;
Thought she, only 'tis the gardener
Asking whom her soul did seek.
