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of the circling stars, Light of Thy faithful saints, , hear our prayers, And pity our complaints.

Who, lest the mighty foe should win Dominion o'er the earth, The languid world's sweet Medicine Became by Thy blest Birth.

Who, to the Cross and hard cold Tomb, To expiate our shame, Forth from the Virgin's hallowed womb, A spotless came. 