<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421655" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weeping Mary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary to her Saviour's tomb<br>Hasted at the early dawn;<br>Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,<br>But the Lord, The loved, was gone.<br>For awhile she weeping stood,<br>Struck with sorrow and surprise;<br>Shedding tears, a plenteous flood,<br>For her heart supplied her eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesus, who is always near,<br>Though too often unperceived<br>Came, his drooping child to cheer,<br>And enquired, Why she grieved?<br>Though at first she knew him not,<br>When he called her by her name,<br>Then her griefs were all forgot,<br>For she found he was the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grief and sighing quickly fled<br>When she heard his welcome voice;<br>Just before she thought him dead,<br>Now he bids her heart rejoice:<br>What a change his word can make,<br>Turning darkness into day!<br>You who weep for Jesus' sake;<br>He will wipe your tears away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He who came to comfort her,<br>When she thought her all was lost;<br>Will for your relief appear,<br>Though you now are tempest-tossed:<br>On his word your burden cast,<br>On his love your thoughts employ;<br>Weeping for awhile may last,<br>But the morning brings the joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421655" data-title="Weeping Mary de John Newton" data-description="Mary to her Saviour's tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord, The loved, was gone. For awhile she weeping stood, Struck with sorrow and surprise; Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart supplied ..."></div> </div> </div>

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