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They haunt the tomb in which he lay, Grief stricken, desolate, and lone; But Magdalene at break of day Found that her precious charge was gone. THEY HAUNT THE TOMB IN WHICH HE LAY GRIEF STRICKEN DESOLATE AND LONE BUT MAGDALEN AT BREAK OF DAY FOUND THAT HER PRECIOUS CHARGE WAS GONE
la was brought From mysteries strange and dark and drear To heights with joy and gladness fraught; She radiates a luster clear. Those chimes from Bethany will ring With power that will not, cannot die; Martha's and Mary's names will sing Long as the flitting centuries fly. That spikenard, which 'twas wholly meet Mary should pour upon his head, Has filled with fragrance rare and sweet Succeeding ages as they've fled. And when a critic standing near Censured her act, misunderstood, Christ spoke so that the world might hear; He said, "She hath done what she could." This her memorial while the sun Traverses the blue dome of heaven, Fulfilling while time's cycles run Christ's prophecy which then was given. Unto the end these faithful few, Regardless of all pain and loss, Did what their hearts and hands could do, Though bowed with wonder at the cross. Such love they could not understand, Such love unto his latest breath; That love had our redemption planned Both in his life and in his death. D PEACE AND LOVE MARY OF MAGDALE WAS BROUGHT FROM MYSTERY STRANGE AND DARK AND DREAR TO HEIGHTS WITH JOY AND GLADNESS FRAUGHT SHE RADIATES A LUSTRE CLEAR THOSE CHIMES FROM BETHANY WILL RING WITH POWER THAT WILL NOT CANNOT DIE MARTHA'S AND MARY'S NAMES WILL SING LONG AS THE FLITTING CENTURIES FLY THAT SPIKE NOT WHICH TWAS HOLY MEET MARY SHOULD POUR UPON HIS HEAD HAS FILLED WITH FRAGRANCE RARE AND SWEET SUCCEEDING AGES AS THEY'VE FLED AND WHEN A CRITIC STANDING NEAR CENSERS HER ACT MISUNDERSTOOD CHRIST SPOKE SO THAT THE WORLD MIGHT HEAR HE SAID SHE HATH DONE WHAT SHE COULD THIS HER MEMORIAL WHILE THE SUN TRAVERSES THE BLUE DOME OF HEAVEN FULFILLING WHILE TIME'S CYCLES RUN CHRIST'S PROPHECY WHICH THEN WAS GIVEN UNTO THE END THESE FAITHFUL FEW REGARDLESS OF ALL PAIN AND LOSS DID WHAT THEIR HEARTS AND HANDS COULD DO THOUGH BOWED WITH WONDER AT THE CROSS SUCH LOVE THEY COULD NOT UNDERSTAND SUCH LOVE UNTO HIS LATEST BREATH THAT LOVE HAD OUR REDEMPTION PLANN'D BOTH IN HIS LIFE AND IN HIS DEATH
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