Mary to her Savior’s tomb
Hasted at the early dawn;
Spice she brought and sweet perfume,
But the Lord she loved was gone.

For awhile she weeping stood,
Struck with sorrow and surprise;
Shedding tears, a plenteous flood,
For her heart supplied her eyes.

Oh, my Savior, oh, my Savior,
Where has my Savior gone?
Oh, my Savior, here’s my Savior,
He has risen from the tomb.