To The Tomb Where They Laid Him

To the tomb where they laid Him,
At the dawn of the day,
Mary came with her spices,
There her homage to pay.
She had thought there to find Him,
In the cold, silent tomb,
And her heart filled with anguish,
When she knew He had gone.

“Mary! Mary!”
“Rabboni, oh, my Master!”
He is ris’n from the dead.
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
We will praise Him,
We will praise Him.
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
He is ris’n from the dead.

By His grave she stood weeping,
Filled with sorrow and gloom,
But she gazed on the angels,
In the midst of the tomb.
As she turned, a voice addressed her,
“Why this weeping, tell Me, pray?”
“Oh, where have you laid Him?
I will take Him away.” [Refrain]