The Three Marys

Mary, the Mother of Jesus.
Like Mary, when the angel came
To hail her from on high;
When God's Messengers proclaim
Glad tidings, would reply,--
"Behold the handmaid of the Lord,
Be it according to Thy word."
Come, Holy Ghost, Thy power impart,
Form Christ in every heart.

Mary, the Sister of Lazarus.
Like Mary, placed at Jesus' feet,
We hear His words with joy;
Nor would we change our humble seat
For Martha's hard employ.
Now, too, like Mary, when she shed
The precious spikenard on his head,
Sweet fall our tears from grateful eyes,
While prayers'like incense rise.

Mary Magdalene.
Like Mary at the Sepulchre,
The risen Lord we seek:
Jesus, reveal Thyself:--like her,
Oh! might we hear Thee speak!
Thy look, Thy voice, Thy love the same,
Call each poor handmaid by her name,
While, with full heart and kindling eye,
All, all, "Rabboni!" cry.