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ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST
Thou darling of the Master's heart, what gift for thee were best,
Who liest at the Paschal board upon that Master's breast?
Who liest at the Paschal board upon that Master's breast?
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A wondrous gift shall come to thee, thou highly favoured one,
A gift of worth untold, beneath to-morrow's darkened sun.
A gift of worth untold, beneath to-morrow's darkened sun.
Oh, in thy depth of love and woe, to-morrow thou shalt be
With her, the Mother of thy Lord, by His Redemption Tree.
With her, the Mother of thy Lord, by His Redemption Tree.
Thy mother, John, had craved for thee by Him a royal seat:
This mother sees thee standing now below His bleeding feet.
This mother sees thee standing now below His bleeding feet.
And He, whose plenitude of love knows neither stint nor thrift,
Shall give to thee, His well-beloved, His Mother for a gift.
Shall give to thee, His well-beloved, His Mother for a gift.
Behold thy Mother! Thus, in thee, to all His ransomed ones,
Mother, behold thy son! Behold thine own unnumbered sons!
Mother, behold thy son! Behold thine own unnumbered sons!
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