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THE LIFE OF OUR LORD. 45
Jesus ! the saints in spirit soar, Where angels hymn for evermore
The Judge who shall appear ; Receive a suppliant that would raise His voice unto that choir of praise,
But is half mute through fear.
THE INFANCY AND YOUTH OF OUR SAVIOUR TILL
HIS BAPTISM.
Jesus ! who from Thy Throne didst come, And man's most vile estate assume,
Our fallen race to lift, Oh grant that such transcending love To me through Thine own grace, may prove
No ineffectual gift.
Jesus ! whom Mary once conceived Through grace, her backward fears relieved
By angel's salutation, May I, within a chastened heart, Conceive Thee, Living Word, who art
My God and my Salvation.
Jesus ! whom Thy sweet Mother bore To Saint Elizabeth of yore,
On Jewry's mountain lea; Oh may'st Thou oft, in ways concealed, To heart but not to eye revealed,
Vouchsafe to visit me. |
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