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Rh See! Jesus bears her up, Her hand is lock'd in His; Oh, who can tell the height Of that fair Mother s lies

And shall I lose thee, then, Lose my sweet right to thee Ah, no!—the Angel's Queen Man's mother still will be, And thou, upon thy throne, Will keep thy love for me

 

of Almighty God, Suppliant at thy feet we pray; Shelter us from Satan's fraud, Safe beneath thy wing this day.

'Twas by reason of our fall, In our first forefather's crime, That the mighty Lord of all Rais'd thee to thy rank sublime.

Oh, then upon Adam's race Look thou with a pitying eye, And entreat of Jesu's grace, Till he lay his anger by.

Honour, virtue, glory, merit, Be to Thee, O Virgin's Son, With the Father and the Spirit, While eternal ages run.

 

of our Lord and Saviour, First in beauty as in power, 