“It was night!
Darkest that was ever seen;
Treachery, desperate and mean;
‘Friends’ on whom He could not lean.
It was night!
Night for Him—and for them night;
For they could not bear the sight,
So they left Him in their fright.
That dark night.
Morning light!
‘Very early’ in the dawn
Of that resurrection morn
Hope was dead. But joy was born.
Oh, the light!
‘Mary’ was the name He said;
‘Master!’—Gone was all her dread;
He was living, and not dead, Glory light!”