Classic Poem

The Lady Magdalen
Came to the good Lord Jesus,
Her hair was dropping down
Sweet was she with sin;
There was no one else like her,
The Lady Magdalen.

Lord Jesus paused to look,
The solemn good Lord Jesus,
Her hair was dropping down;
White as his parchment book
Was the hand she laid thereon —
Lord Jesus paused to look.

The Lady Magdalen
Bent low before Lord Jesus,
Her hair was dropping down,
Her heart was light within —
There was none more wise than she,
The Lady Magdalen.