Sweet ointment and spices on JESUS to lay, Sad, sad were their hearts as they went through the gloom, And thought of their LORD lying dead in the tomb. 'Twas all in a sepulchre Joseph had made, Rough-hewn in the rock, that our Saviour was laid; There soldiers kept watch, keeping guard night and day But vain were the vigil and craft of His foes, Three women drew nigh to the grave at the dawn, With words of great joy put their sorrow to flight. "All hail, blessed women! Why weep for the dead? Now come, see the place where the LORD lately lay, |