Mary Salome. So with me is sorrow
May the Lord see my state
After him.
As he is head of sovereignty,
I believe that out of the tomb
To-day he will rise.
Mary Magdalene. Oh! let us hasten at once,
For the stone is raised
From the tomb.
Lord, how will it be this night,
If I know not where goes
The head of royalty?
Mary, Mother of James. And too long we have stayed,
My Lord is gone his way
Out of the tomb, surely.
Alas! my heart is sick;
I know not indeed if I shall see him,
Who is very God.
Mary Salome. I know truly, and I believe it,
That he is risen up
In this day.
How will it be to us now,
That we find not our Lord?
Alas! woe! woe!
[They sing.
[The Dirge.]
Alas! mourning I sing, mourning I call,
Our Lord is dead that bought us all.
Mary Magdalene. Alas! it is through sorrows,
My sweet Lord is dead
Who was crucified.
[Mary Magdalene weeps at the tomb.
He bore, without complaining,
Much pain on his dear body,
For the people of the world
Mary, Mother of James. I cannot see the form
Of him on any side;
Alas! woe is me!
I would like to speak with him,
If it were his will,
Very seriously.