Resting from His work today In the tomb the Savior lay; Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the seal?d stone. Late at even there was seen Watching long the Magdalene; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid. So with Thee, till life shall end, I would solemn vigil spend: Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine, Where in pure embalm?d cell, None but Thou may ever dwell. Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the doors from sight and sound Of the busy world around; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again.