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(Melody Only)
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O Christ, Thy guilty people spare: For, kneeling at Thy gracious throne, The Virgin Mother pours her prayer, Imploring pardon for her own. |
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Ye angels happy evermore, Who in your circles nine ascend, As ye have guarded us before, So still from harm our steps defend. |
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Ye prophets and apostles high, Behold our penitential tears, And plead for us when death is nigh And our all-seraching Judge appears. |
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Ye martyrs all, a purple band, Confessors too, a white-robed train, Oh, call us to our native land, From this our exile back again. |
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And all ye choirs of virgins chaste, Receive us to the realm above, Where hermits old from desert waste Unite to praise the God of love. |
First upload: Dec 5, 2004