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Virgin, peerles of condition,

Be not wroth with my petition,

Let me clap thy little Son;

Let me bear that child o glorious,

Him, whoe birth, o'er death victorious,

Willed that life for man was won.

Let me, atiate with my pleaure,

Feel the rapture of thy treaure

Leaping for that joy intene:

That, inflamed by uch communion,

Through the marvel of that union

I may thrill in every ene.

All that love this table truly,

And the hepherds watching duly,

Tarry there the livelong night:

Pray that, by thy Son's dear merit,

His elected may inherit

Their own country's endles light.