There stood three Ma­rys by the tomb
On East­er morn­ing ear­ly;
When day had scarce­ly chased the gloom,
And dew was white and pear­ly:
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
With lov­ing but with err­ing mind,
They came the Prince of Life to find,
They came the Prince of Life to find.
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

But ear­li­er still the an­gel sped,
His news of com­fort giv­ing;
And Why, he said, “among the dead
Thus seek ye for the liv­ing?”
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
Go, tell them all, and make them blest;
Tell Pe­ter first, and then the rest,
Tell Pe­ter first, and then the rest.
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

But one, and one alone, re­mained,
With love that could not va­ry;
And thus a joy past joy she gained,
That some­time sin­ner, Mary;
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
The first the bless­èd form to see
Of Him that hung up­on the tree,
Of Him that hung up­on the tree;
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

The world it­self keeps Eas­ter Day,
The Heav’n ab­ove is beam­ing;
All in high fes­tiv­al ar­ray
The mer­ry bells are gleam­ing.
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
The Lord hath ris­en, as all things tell;
Good Christ­ians, see ye rise as well,
Good Christ­ians, see ye rise as well!
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!