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Rh He, Judah's mytic Lion, He, Lamb Immaculate. O fields that know no orrow! O tate that fears no trife! O princely bowers! O land of flowers! O realm and home of Life!

Jerualem, exulting On that ecuret hore, I hope thee, wih thee, ing thee, And love thee evermore! I ak not for my merit, I eek not to deny My merit is detruction, A child of wrath am I; But yet with Faith I venture And Hope upon my way; For thoe perennial guerdons I labor night and day.

The bet and dearet Father, Who made me and who aved,