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.