One grief on me is laid
Each day of every year,
Wherein no soul can aid,
Whereof no soul can hear:
Whereto no end is seen
Except to grieve again —
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where is there greater pain?

To dream on dear disgrace
Each hour of every day —
To bring no honest face
To aught I do or say:
To lie from morn till e'en —
To know my lies are vain —
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where can be greater pain?

To watch my steadfast fear
Attend mine every way
Each day of every year —
Each hour of every day:
To burn, and chill between —
To quake and rage again —
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where shall be greater pain?

One grave to me was given —
To guard till Judgment Day —
But God looked down from Heaven
And rolled the Stone away!
One day of all my years —
One hour of that one day —
His Angel saw my tears
And rolled the Stone away!