Happy Magdalene, to Whom

Happy Mag­da­lene

to whom

Christ the Lord vouch­safed t’ap­pear!

Newly ris­en from the tomb

Would He first be seen by her?

Her by se­ven de­vils pos­sessed

Till His Word the fiends ex­pelled;

Quenched the hell with­in her breast

All her sins and sick­ness healed.

Yes

to her the Mas­ter came

First His wel­come voice she hears:

Jesus calls her by her name

He the weep­ing sin­ner cheers

Lets her the dear task re­peat

While her eyes again run o’er;

Lets her wash His bleed­ing feet

Kiss them

and with joy adore.

Highly fa­vored soul! To her

Farther still His grace ex­tends

Raises the glad mes­sen­ger

Sends her to His droop­ing friends;

Tidings of their liv­ing Lord

First in her re­port they find:

She must spread the Gos­pel word

Teach the teach­ers of man­kind.

Who can now pre­sume to fear?

Who des­pair his Lord to see?

Jesus

wilt Thou not ap­pear

Show Thy­self alive to me?

Yea

my God

I dare not doubt

Thou shalt all my sins re­move;

Thou hast cast a le­gion out

Thou wilt per­fect me in love.

Surely Thou hast called me now!

Now I hear the voice di­vine

At Thy wound­ed feet I bow

Wounded for whose sins but mine!

I have nailed Him to the tree

I have sent Him to the grave:

But the Lord is ris’n for me

Hold of Him by faith I have.

Here for ever I would lie

Didst Thou not Thy serv­ant raise

Send me forth to tes­ti­fy

All the won­ders of Thy grace.

Lo! I at Thy bid­ding go

Gladly to Thy fol­low­ers tell

They their ris­ing God may know

They the life of Christ may feel.

Hear

ye breth­ren of the Lord

(Such as He vouch­safes to call)

O be­lieve the Gos­pel word

Christ hath died

and rose for all:

Turn ye from your sins to God

Haste to Ga­li­lee

and see

Him

who bought Thee with His blood

Him

who rose to live in Thee.