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THE WOMEN AT THE SEPULCHRE.
Morn broke on Calvary, and the sun was flinging
The earliest brightness from his locks abroad,
As the meek sisters came in sadness, bringing
Gifts of sweet spices to anoint their Lord.
The earliest brightness from his locks abroad,
As the meek sisters came in sadness, bringing
Gifts of sweet spices to anoint their Lord.
They who had loved his blessed precepts ever,
And linger'd with him when the earth was gloom,
They were the faithful who reviled him never,
“Last at the cross, and earliest at the tomb!”
And linger'd with him when the earth was gloom,
They were the faithful who reviled him never,
“Last at the cross, and earliest at the tomb!”
I 've sometimes thought I never could inherit
A glorious mansion in the skies above:
For, oh! how weak and faltering is my spirit,
Compared with such undying faith and love!
A glorious mansion in the skies above:
For, oh! how weak and faltering is my spirit,
Compared with such undying faith and love!
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But, Father, cannot all that heavenly meekness,
That deathless love which all things could endure,
Can it not plead before Thee, for the weakness
Of one whose faith is oft so faint and poor?
That deathless love which all things could endure,
Can it not plead before Thee, for the weakness
Of one whose faith is oft so faint and poor?
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