John 20:1-18

• [Joh 20:1] Mary To Her Savior’s Tomb

  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.

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• [Joh 20:15] In The Garden

  I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God discloses. Refrain And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. He speaks, and the sound of His voice, Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. Refrain I’d stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling. Refrain

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• [Joh 20:15] Morning Red

  Morning red, morning red, Now the shadows all are fled; Now the Sabbath’s cloudless glory, Tells anew the wondrous story, Christ is risen from the dead. All around, all around, Solemn silence reigned profound; When, with blaze and sudden thunder, Angels burst the tomb asunder, And the Savior was unbound. Forth He came! Forth He came! Robed in white, celestial flame! Mary, at the empty prison, Knew not her Redeemer risen Till He called her by her name. Morning red! Morning red! Christ is risen from the dead! Still He walketh in the garden, Speaking words of love and pardon. Though the crown is on His head.

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  source: Cyberhymnal