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.

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.

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.