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The Presentation of Jesus in the Temple
Whiter than snow her Infant lay
In Mary's arms that happy day;
Fairer than all the flowers that blow,
Brighter than all the stars that glow,
Sky-blossoms in the Milky Way.
In Mary's arms that happy day;
Fairer than all the flowers that blow,
Brighter than all the stars that glow,
Sky-blossoms in the Milky Way.
Thus I present Him, when I pray,
As in the arms of faith, and say,
“Father, there was One Life below
Whiter than snow!”
As in the arms of faith, and say,
“Father, there was One Life below
Whiter than snow!”
That whiteness pleads my cause, I know,
And wins for me the grace to show
Some reflex rays while here I stray—
Pledge I shall wear the pure array
In which the Heavenly armies go
Whiter than snow!
And wins for me the grace to show
Some reflex rays while here I stray—
Pledge I shall wear the pure array
In which the Heavenly armies go
Whiter than snow!
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