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 AMB of God, whose awful beauty- Shines within the darkest place, So that devils veil their faces, And the little ones find grace: Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei ! Suffer us Thy feet to trace. Lamb of God, whose perfect whiteness Throws no shadow of a stain ; Suffer us Thy fallen spirits Something of Thy light to gain. Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei ! Purify us by Thy pain.