_2nd Angel._ O Mary, go forthwith, Say to his disciples And to Peter, Like as he promised to them He will go to Galilee, Very truly without doubt. _Mary, Mother of James._ Now he is risen again indeed, Jesus our Saviour, Gone from the tomb. Worship to him always; He is Lord of heaven and earth, Head of sovereignty. _Mary Salome._ Hence go we to the city, And let us say in every place As we have seen: That Jesus is risen, And from the tomb forth gone, To heaven really. _Mary Magdalene._ Never to the city shall I go, If I do find not my Lord, Who was on the cross tree. O Jesus, King of grace, Joy to me once to see thee, Amen, amen. _Mary, Mother of James._ Mary, be with thee All the blessings of women, And the blessing of Jesus Son of grace; Of full heart I pray him, Joy and grace always good to do To us now, from God the Father. _Mary Magdalene._ My blessing on ye also, From Christ, as he is gone to the tomb, Joy to ye to do well to-day. Lord, give me the grace Once to see thy face, If it be thy will with thee. _Mary Salome._ Amen, amen, let us seek Christ, who redeemed us in pain, With his flesh and with his blood; Much pain he suffered, For love of the people of the world, As he is the King of power. [_Here Mary, the mother of James, and Salome retire from the tomb, and sit down a little way from it._ _Mary Magdalene._ He who made heaven, · as he is gone to the tomb, After him · great is my desire. Christ, hear my voice, · I pray also That thou be with me · at my end. Lord Jesus, · give me the grace, As I may be worthy · to find a meeting, With thee to-day, · in some sure place, That I may have a view · and sight of thy face. As thou art Creator · of heaven and earth, And a Redeemer · to us always, Christ my Saviour, · hear, if it regards thee Disclose to me, · what I so much desire. Through great longing · I am quite weary, And my body also, · bones and back. Where is there to-night · any man who knows Where I may yet find · Christ full of sorrow. [_She goes to the garden._ [_Enter the Gardener._ _Gardener_ (_Jesus_). O woeful woman, · where goest thou? For grief thou prayest, · cry out thou dost. Weep not nor shriek, · he whom thou seekest Thou didst dry his feet · with thy two plaits. _Mary Magdalene._ Good lord, · if thou hast chanced to see Christ my Saviour, · where is he truly? To see him · I give thee my land; Jesus, Son of grace, · hear my desire. _Gardener._ O Mary, · as I know thee to be Within this world, · one of his blood, If thou shouldst see him · before thee, Couldst thou · know him? _Mary Magdalene._ Well I do, · know the form Of the son of Mary, · named Jesus; Since I see him not · in any place, I feel sorrow; · else I would not sing "alas!" [_And then Jesus shall shew his side to Mary Magdalene, and say:_ _Gardener._ Mary, see · my five wounds, Believe me truly · to be risen; To thee I give thanks · for thy desire, Joy in the land · there shall be truly.