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IV.
Ephesus.—A sick chamber. The holy Angels watching by a bed. They sing softly.
Thou that art highly favoured, once more hail!
Not now with maiden blush,
Starting at the sudden guest
Speaking o'er thee salutation strange;
Not now among thy flowers
Sitting shaded from the noon, thyself
Fairest lily of all Palestine—
Yet once more hail!
Not now with maiden blush,
Starting at the sudden guest
Speaking o'er thee salutation strange;
Not now among thy flowers
Sitting shaded from the noon, thyself
Fairest lily of all Palestine—
Yet once more hail!
Thou that art blessed among women, hail!
Hail to Thy feebleness,
Evening glory of Thine hoary head,
Western brightness of Thine heavenward eye,
Lit now by faith and hope;
Foremost Thou of all the saintly band,
Standing on the brink of Jordan stream,
Once more hail!
Hail to Thy feebleness,
Evening glory of Thine hoary head,
Western brightness of Thine heavenward eye,
Lit now by faith and hope;
Foremost Thou of all the saintly band,
Standing on the brink of Jordan stream,
Once more hail!
Mother of God Incarnate, hail, all hail!
Hail flower of womanhood;
Sweetly slumbering at whose favoured breast
Jesus, holy Child, drew human strength;
At whose deep, fond eyes
Daily gazing, in long draughts He drew
Human love, to blend with power Divine:
Hail, all hail!
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Hail flower of womanhood;
Sweetly slumbering at whose favoured breast
Jesus, holy Child, drew human strength;
At whose deep, fond eyes
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Human love, to blend with power Divine:
Hail, all hail!
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