Part 31 (1/2)

_Mary, Mother of James._ Now he is risen again indeed, Jesus our Saviour, Gone from the tomb.

Wors.h.i.+p 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 G.o.d 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.