1 There is purpose in this waste;
Women, as away ye haste,
Precious spices strew the ground,
Sweetness they will shed around.

2 What ye meant for Him, on us
He has now bestowed, and thus
Sunny winds with fragrant breath
Will disperse the scent of death.

3 Happy morning, calmly bright,
Never clouds shall dim your light;
Happy garden, kindly free,
All the world may walk in thee.

4 Love is freer than the wave,
Love is stronger than the grave,
Love is brighter than the sky,
Love has won the victory.