Resting from his work today,

In the tomb the Savior lay,

Still he slept, from head to feet

Shrouded in the winding sheet,

Lying in the rock alone,

Hidden by the sealèd stone.

Late at even there was seen

Watching long the Magdalene;

Early, ere the break of day,

Sorrowful she took her way

To the holy garden glade,

Where her buried Lord was laid.

So with thee, till life shall end,

I would solemn vigil spend:

Let me hew thee, Lord, a shrine

In this rocky heart of mine,

Where in pure embalmed cell

None but thou may ever dwell.

Myrrh and spices will I bring,

True affection's offering;

Close the door from sight and sound

Of the busy world around;

And in patient watch remain

Till my Lord appear again.

Amen.