At Easter time our minds and hearts are turned
   From sorrow, confusion, and despair
To an empty tomb, and Mary standing there
   Her sorrow makes her blind, and sore her spirit burned.

She weeps and stoops and looks into the grave
   Her Master speaks but still her mind is numb
And she supposed the gardener had come
   Her grieving spirit droops, she sees no power to save.

But Jesus speaks her name - she turns and sees His face
   She bows and worships at His feet
Her sorrow turned to joy - in Him complete
   Rabboni! All her lips can frame in ecstasy at His redeeming grace!

Let us, like Mary on that day; in sorrow, so burdened and forlorn
   Turn from empty earth and vain despair
Hear His voice and see Him standing there
   The risen Christ, the One and Only Way, and spread His message of that Easter morn

       April ‘98 The Gospel Standard