Lines, Written in an Album
“Then Jesus said unto her, Mary.”
“Mary,” the ris’n Saviour said,
In accents sweet and low;
“Mary:” she rais’d her drooping head,
The form she sought to know.
Mary had lingered by the cross,
To see her Saviour die;
Had seen him wrapp’d in linen fine,
In Joseph’s tomb to lie.
Now she had come at early dawn,
Laden with rich perfume,
To shed her tears beside his form—
Her fragrance round his tomb.
But, lo! he lives; O, glad surprise!
Has ris’n from the grave;
And now, before her ravish’d eyes,
Proclaims his power to save.
May you, who bear that gentle name,
This Saviour’s call obey;
And he will lead you by his grace,
To realms of endless day.
Mary had followed to the cross—
Had sought him at the tomb;
So may you follow, seek and find;
He calls—“there still is room.”