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74 O predestined and pre-elect

'Tis you must bear the glorious scars.

Stand up, dear Saints, white and erect,

The wounded in the heavenly wars.

Beloved, afflicted, marked for grace.

God's folk who watch you go and come,

Call, leaning from their Paradise place,

Salvete flores Martyrum!