Hymn 383.

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LAMB of GOD, Whose love divine Draws virgin- souls to follow Thee, And bids them earthly joys resign If so they may Thy beauty see; The saint of whom we sing to- day Was faithful to Thy loving call, And, casting other hopes away, Took Thee to be her God, her All.

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My Beloved is mine, and I am His."

To Thee she yielded up her will, Her heart was drawn to Thine above; Content if Thou would'st deign to fill Thine handmaid with Thy perfect love. Beneath Thy Cross she loved to stand, Like Mary in Thy dying hour,

That blessings from Thy piercèd Hand Might clothe her with undying power;

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With power to win the Crown of light For virgin- martyrs stored on high, And ready keep her lamp at night To hail the Bridegroom drawing nigh. And surely Thou at last didst come To end the sorrows of Thy bride, And bear her to Thy peaceful home With Thee for ever to abide.

All glory, JESU, for the grace That drew Thy saint to follow Thee: Grant us, too, in Thy love a place Both now and through eternity.

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