The se­pul­cher was emp­ty,
The wo­men stood with­out;
Their hearts were filled with sor­row,
With won­der, fear and doubt;
They came with frag­rant spic­es
That bless­èd East­er day;
They said, The stone is hea­vy,
Who’ll roll the rock away?

Fear not, the an­gels whispered,
May peace your spir­its cheer;
The Lord you love is ris­en,
Your mas­ter is not here;
Go tell all His dis­ci­ples
Their Sav­ior lives again,
Who for the sins of ma­ny
On Cal­va­ry was slain.

Sometimes life’s hea­vy cross­es
Seem more than we can bear;
Sometimes our foot­steps fal­ter
Beneath the load of care;
When tri­als ov­er­take us,
Let us look up and pray:
No cross will be too hea­vy
For Christ to roll away.