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xvii. On the Ascension Day.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

O Jesu, who our Souls dost save,
On whom our Love and Hopes depend,
God, from whom all Things Being have,
Man, when the World drew to an end;
What Clemency Thee vanquisht so,
Upon Thee our foul Crimes to take,
And cruel Death to undergo,
That Thou from Death us free might make?
Let thine own Goodness to Thee bend,
That thou our Sins may'st put to Flight;
Spare us, and as our Wishes tend,
O satisfy us with Thy Sight.
May'st Thou our joyful Pleasures be,
Who shall be our expected Gain,
And let our Glory be in Thee,
While any Ages shall remain.