Henry Constable - To St. Mary Magdalen II lyrics

Blessed Offender: who thyself hast tried How far a sinner differs from a Saint Join thy wet eyes, with tears of my complaint, While I sigh for that grave, for which thou cried. No longer let my sinful soul abide In fever of thy first desires faint: But let that love which last thy heart did taint With pangs of thy repentance pierce my side. So shall my soul no foolish virgin be With empty lamp: but like a Magdalen, bear For ointment box a breast with oil of grace: And so the zeal, which then shall burn in me, May make my heart like to a lamp appear And in my spouse's palace give me place.