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 The praises that the Blessed know The Church shall intimate below, Whene'er she greets, in yearly strain, The birthdays of her saints again.

Now, all their battles past and gone, The Crown of Glory is set on; For Chastity, as lily white, For Martyrdom, as ruby bright.

And these beside, a golden chain Shall Doctors Catholic attain: Where Angels round their monarch bow, Such chain Augustine weareth now.

That we this Saint's blest life may reach, That we his blessed faith may teach, May join above, and love below, The of All Grace bestow! Amen.