Son of the Highest, deign to cast On us a pitying eye; Thou, who repentant Magdalene Didst call to endless joy. Again the royal treasury Receives its long-lost coin; The gem is found, and, cleansed from mire, Doth all the stars outshine. O Jesus, balm of every wound! The sinner's only stay! Wash Thou in Magdalene's pure tears Our guilty spots away. Mother of God! the sons of Eve Weeping thine aid implore: Oh, land us from the storms of life Safe on th' eternal shore. Glory, for graces manifold, To the one only Lord; Whose mercy doth our souls forgive, Whose bounty doth reward.