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 Satan, gnashing, sees it flashing

Through that cloud so pure and white:

Thou endurest ever purest,

Virgin Mother of the Light.

Darkness scattered, hell gates shattered,

Victory to the souls draws nigh,

Whom confession of transgression

Justly had condemned to die.

Earth rejoices: heavenly voices

Bender praise to above;

Now renewing and hedewing

Every soul with fuller love. Amen.