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 Oh, vain indeed, the love of earth,
 * To still my poor heart’s aching.

Come to me, oh, thou crucificed,
 * And keep my heart from breaking;

Oh, take me, Lord, unto Thyself,
 * I, my vain life forsaking.”

She knelt before the crucifix,
 * She called on her lover high.

Oh, loved of God, oh, bridegroom mine,
 * Be my defense till I die.

My faint heart yearns to see thy face, And thy glory up on high.”

The heavenly bridegroom heard her voice,
 * He knew, her heart was broken.

He said, “Thy prayer is heard, my bride,
 * This is the promised token.”

A rapture came within her heart—
 * Men said she died heartbroken.