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That, when this life is done, They may with him adore

The ever Blessed THREE IN ONE, In bliss for evermore, Amen.

“ My beloved ts mine, and I am His.”

LAMB of Gop, 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 whem we sing to-day Was faithful to Thy loving call, And, casting other hopes away, Took Thee to be her Gop, her All.

To Thee she yielded up her will,

Her heart was drawn to Thine above; Content if Thou wouldst deign to fill Thine handmaid with Thy perfect loye.

Beneath Thy Cross she loved to stand, Like Mary in Thy dying hour,

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

With power to win the Crewn 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 beaz her to Thy peaceful home With Thee for ever to abide. s

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, Amen,

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