3 " The sinner, sleeping in his grave,
Shall at my voice awake ;
And when I once begin to save,
My work I ne er forsake."
4 Fulfill thy promise, gracious Lord,
On us assembled here ;
Put forth thy Spirit with the word,
And cause the dead to hear.
5 Preserve the power of faith alive
In those who love thy name ;
For sin and Satan daily strive
To quench the sacred flame.
6 Thy power and mercy first prevail d
From death to set us free ;
And often since our life had fail d,
If not renew d by thee.
7 To thee we look, to thee we bow,
To thee for help we call ;
Our life and resurrection thou,
Our hope, our joy, our all.
117.
Weeping Mary.—John xx, 11-16.
1 MARY to her Saviour 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.
2 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 call d her by her name
Then her griefs were all forgot,
For she found he was the same.
