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XLV. MATER CORONATA.
Mother, on this thy festal morn
From thousand, thousand choirs are borne
Thy praises to the sky,
While, myriad-voiced, the angel throng
Give back the echoes of our song,
Mother of God Most High!
From thousand, thousand choirs are borne
Thy praises to the sky,
While, myriad-voiced, the angel throng
Give back the echoes of our song,
Mother of God Most High!
Sphered deep within the rainbow zone
Of emerald light that girds the throne,
Thy majesty we greet;
Thy vesture of the Orient beam,
The twelve-starred crown thy diadem,
The moon beneath thy feet.
Of emerald light that girds the throne,
Thy majesty we greet;
Thy vesture of the Orient beam,
The twelve-starred crown thy diadem,
The moon beneath thy feet.
God's glory is thy matchless dower,
Ark of the Covenant, ivory Tower
With myrrh and cassia stored,
Within whose undefiled womb
The true Shekinah made His home,
Shrine of the Living Word!
Ark of the Covenant, ivory Tower
With myrrh and cassia stored,
Within whose undefiled womb
The true Shekinah made His home,
Shrine of the Living Word!
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When friends abound, and health is strong,
And days are bright with mirth and song,
Virgin most pure, uphold us!
When threatening lower those skies so mild
That erst with faithless lustre smiled,
O let thine arms enfold us!
And days are bright with mirth and song,
Virgin most pure, uphold us!
When threatening lower those skies so mild
That erst with faithless lustre smiled,
O let thine arms enfold us!
When the hot restlessness of life
Hath marred the spirit's holier strife,
And on our darkling sight
The far-off land of beauty fades,
Like summer tints from mountain glades,
Look down, oh Virgin bright!
Hath marred the spirit's holier strife,
And on our darkling sight
The far-off land of beauty fades,
Like summer tints from mountain glades,
Look down, oh Virgin bright!
Stretched on the bed of agony,
When nought is left us but to die,
And voices from the tomb
Each moment nearer and more near
Ring mocking music in the ear,
Telling of wrath to come,
When nought is left us but to die,
And voices from the tomb
Each moment nearer and more near
Ring mocking music in the ear,
Telling of wrath to come,
When time, and change, and death are o'er,
And cast upon the eternal shore
Our souls unbodied lie,
Call us, absolved from earthly stains,
To that dear home, whe e Jesus reigns,
Beyond the starry sky.
And cast upon the eternal shore
Our souls unbodied lie,
Call us, absolved from earthly stains,
To that dear home, whe e Jesus reigns,
Beyond the starry sky.
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