He is not here, but is risen.
Luke 24 v 6.
8.7.8.7. St. Andrew

Very early in the morning,
At the dawning of the day.
Taking with them precious spices,
Loving woman steal away.

They are making for the garden,
Where they thought the Saviour lay
Wond'ring as they hastened onward,
Who will roll the stone away.

They were met by white robed angels,
Trembled as they heard him say,
"Do you not recall His promise,
'I will rise on the third day'."

They departed quickly, running,
Bearing news they could not hide.
Let us join with these dear women,
Spread His triumph far and wide.

F C Barnes ©

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