Son of the Highest, Deign to Cast

Son of the High­est

deign to cast

On us a pi­ty­ing eye

Thou who re­pent­ant Mag­da­lene

Didst call to joys on high.

Thy long lost coin is stored at length

In trea­sure house di­vine

The jew­el from pol­lu­tion cleansed

Doth now the stars out­shine.

Jesu

the balm of ev­ery wound

The sin­ner’s on­ly stay

Grant us

like Mag­da­lene

to weep

In this Thy mer­cy’s day.

Absolve us by Thy gra­cious Word

Fulfill us with Thy love

And guide us through the storms of life

To per­fect rest ab­ove.

All praise

all glo­ry be to Thee

O ev­er­last­ing Lord

Whose mer­cy doth our souls for­give

Whose boun­ty doth re­ward.