| Pater superni luminis,Cum Magdalenam respicis,
 Flammas amoris excitas,
 Geluque solvis pectoris.
Amore currit sauciaPedes beatos ungere,
 Lavare fletu, tergere
 Comis, et ore lambere.
Adstare non timet Cruci,Sepulchro inhæret anxia:
 Truces nec horret milites,
 Pellit timorem caritas.
O vera, Christe, caritas,Tu nostra purga crimina,
 Tu corda reple gratia,
 Tu redde cœli præmia.
Patri, simulque Filio,Tibique sancta Spiritus,
 Sicut fuit, sit jugiter
 Sæclum per omne Gloria.
 | Father of lights! one glance of Thine,Whose eyes the universe control,
 Fills Magdalene with holy love,
 And melts the ice within her soul.
Her precious ointment forth she bringsUpon those sacred feet to pour;
 She washes them with burning tears,
 And with her hair she wipes them o’er.
Impassioned, to the Cross she clings,Nor fears beside the tomb to stay;
 Nor dreads the soldiers’ savage mien,
 For love has cast all fear away.
O Christ, Thou very Love itself!Blest hope of man, through Thee forgiven!
 So touch our spirits from above,
 So purify our souls for heaven.
To God, the Father, and the Son,And Holy Paraclete, with Thee,
 As evermore hath been before,
 Be glory through eternity.
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