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Anna, Juda's glory, Through the Church from east to west Every tongue proclaims thy praises, Holy Mary's mother blest!

Saintly kings and priestly sires Blended in thy sacred line; Thou in virtue all before thee Didst excel by grace divine.

Link'd in bonds of purest wedlock, Thine it was for us to bear, By the favour of high heaven, Our immortal Virgin star.

From thy stem in beauty budded Ancient Jesse's mystic rod; Earth from thee received the mother Of the eternal Son of God.

All the human race benighted In the depths of darkness lay, "When in Anne it saw the dawning Of the long-expected day.

 

, to God's high temple above Mounts, amid angel hymns of love, The mystical ark of grace 