W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.

Mary seeth Two Angels sitting

Walter Chalmers Smith (1824–1908)

JOHN XX. 12.

ANGELS twain were sitting

In the vacant tomb;

Lights of day were flitting

Through its silent gloom;

Angels brightly shining,

Light of common day,

Mingling and entwining

Where the Saviour lay.

Often in our sorrow

Angels may be seen,

When we look to-morrow

Where our griefs had been;

And the angels holy

Whisper us and say,

Lo! the Meek and Lowly

Plucked the sting away.

Sweet is all the bitter,

Blessed is the night,

When the angels glitter

In the morning light,

To the common duty

Bidding us away,

For Jesus in His beauty

Will meet us by the way.