They haunt the tomb in which he lay,
Grief-stricken, desolate, and lone;
But Magdalene at break of day
Found that her precious charge was gone.
Two angels said, "Why weepest thou?"
The angels knew ere they inquired.
They knew her heart could triumph now,
These sinless ones by love inspired.
She, weeping, told her loss and woe,
Then answered thus a questioner near:
"Sir, if thou dost his refuge know,
Tell me. I seek him vainly here."
"Mary!" She listened to her name
Uttered by Christ, her risen Lord.
"Master?" her trembling lips exclaim,
Then wondered, worshipped, and adored.
Her joy is ours! Oh, may we see
That joy more plainly every day!
Christ lives and loves eternally,—
Swift feet such tidings should convey.
Eternal life and heavenly rest
He purchased by death's agony,
That whosoever will be blest
With glorious immortality.
May we our sisters of the past
In life and character revere,
Like them be faithful to the last,
Like them be loving and sincere.
First must the gospel plan of love
To every land and tribe be given,
Ere He'll return who from above
Is God's best gift to earth from heaven.