And with the dawn came Mary,
In grief's deep anguish bound,
To seek her Lord in death's dark tomb
Where Life is never found.
Through tears she saw the gardener
And, hopeful, sought his aid
To find the place, the hidden place,
Where Jesus might be laid.
Perhaps grief's darkening shadows
Disguised him to her sight,
But one word, "Mary," split the gloom
With Love's irradiant light.
She did not find him in the tomb—
With death Life holds no tryst.
In grief she sought the Master;
In joy she found the Christ!
