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The Debtor Christ
Quid mihi et tibi?
What, woman, is my debt to thee,That I should not deny
The boon thou dost demand of me?
“I gave thee power to die.”
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Child and Mother
Look on Thy Mother's face,
That miracle of grace,
O Son Divine!
That, bending, she may see
A greater mystery
Revealed in Thine.
That miracle of grace,
O Son Divine!
That, bending, she may see
A greater mystery
Revealed in Thine.
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Without Thee, she had been
Nor Mother Blessed, nor Queen:
Nor wouldest Thou,
Her lowliness apart,
Have borne the Human Heart
Thou bearest now.
Nor Mother Blessed, nor Queen:
Nor wouldest Thou,
Her lowliness apart,
Have borne the Human Heart
Thou bearest now.
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Then, if I render love
Thro' her, Thou must approve
The tribute paid;
For 'tis Thy Holy Face,
Not Caesar's, that I trace
In hers portrayed.
Thro' her, Thou must approve
The tribute paid;
For 'tis Thy Holy Face,
Not Caesar's, that I trace
In hers portrayed.
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Mary, the Sinner
Mary—'tis a tender plea;Love is strong as Infamy;
In the Shadow of thy shame
Reverencing His Mother's name,
Lo! He pardons thee!
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