In the dark of early morn,
Ere the light dispelled the gloom,
Came the hearts with sorrow torn,
Weeping to the lonely tomb.
Brought they aromatics rare
Culled from every choicest stem,
And from gardens blooming fair
Round thy slopes, Jerusalem.
Ah, the thoughts that filled the mind,
As they journeyed all alone,
For the Blessed Lord was kind,
And they loved Him as their own.
Glistening in the morning grey,
Whence those garments fairer far
Than the light that hails the day
In the glorious morning star?
List! their voices, heavenly, sweet,
As the light clad angels say,
Come, behold in reverence meet,
Where the risen Master lay.
Hail the gladness, hail the day,
Bring no spices, bring no tears;
Death has lost its power to slay,
And the grave is reft of fears.
Hymns from the Morningland, 1911
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymns from the Morningland #20||In the dark of early morn||In the dark of early morn||John Brownlie||7,7,7,7||1911|
|Hymns of the Russian Church: being translations, centos, and suggestions from the Greek office books with an introduction #36||In the dark of early morn||In the dark of early morn||John Brownlie||7,7,7,7||1920|