Earth in the dark, like Mary of Magdala,
Sky so thinly spread with light,
Prelude the dawning glorious morning
When the day of days dispels the night.
Early that morning, Mary of Magdala
Rose and sought her buried Lord,
Dazzling the whiteness, angelic brightness,
Glory Mary glimpsed through tears outpoured.
"Why are you weeping, Mary of Magdala?"
Mary turned herself around.
Mary, still seeking, heard Jesus speaking
"Mary!" "My Master!" Christ is found.
Sing alleluia, Mary of Magdala,
Christ is risen and adored.
Telling the story we glimpse the glory:
Seeking we may find our living Lord.