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Abroad the regal banners fly,
Now shines the crosses mystery:
Upon it Life did death endure,
And yet by death did life procure.
Who, wounded with a doleful spear,
Did with intent to wash us clear
From stain of sin pour out a flood
Of water mix'd with precious blood.
O lovely and refulgent tree!
Adorn'd with purple majgesty;
Cull'd from a worthy stock indeed,
Oh which such holy limbs would bleed.
Blest Trinity, we praises sing,
To Thee from Whom all graces spring:
Celestial crowns on those bestow,
Who conquer by the Cross below.