Mary to her Saviour's tomb <br />Hasted at the early dawn; <br />Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, <br />But the Lord, The loved, was gone. <br />For awhile she weeping stood, <br />Struck with sorrow and surprise; <br />Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, <br />For her heart supplied her eyes. <br /> <br />Jesus, who is always near, <br />Though too often unperceived <br />Came, his drooping child to cheer, <br />And enquired, Why she grieved? <br />Though at first she knew him not, <br />When he called her by her name, <br />Then her griefs were all forgot, <br />For she found he was the same. <br /> <br />Grief and sighing quickly fled <br />When she heard his welcome voice; <br />Just before she thought him dead, <br />Now he bids her heart rejoice: <br />What a change his word can make, <br />Turning darkness into day! <br />You who weep for Jesus' sake; <br />He will wipe your tears away. <br /> <br />He who came to comfort her, <br />When she thought her all was lost; <br />Will for your relief appear, <br />Though you now are tempest-tossed: <br />On his word your burden cast, <br />On his love your thoughts employ; <br />Weeping for awhile may last, <br />But the morning brings the joy.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeping-mary/
