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The Holy Catholic Church,
CXXVIII.
" Te lata, mundi Conditor?
Thou, great Creator, art possest, And Thou alone, of endless rest; To angels only it belongs To lift to Thee their ceaseless songs.
But we must toil and toil again With ceaseless woe and endless pain ; How then can we, in exile drear, Lift the glad song of glory here !
Oh Thou, who wilt forgiving be To all who truly turn to Thee, Grant us to mourn the heavy cause Of all our woe, Thy broken laws:
Then to such salutary grief Let Faith and Hope bring due relief; And we, too, soon shall be possest Of ceaseless songs and endless rest.
John Chandler, i
CXXIX.
Praise to the radiant Source of bliss, Who gives the blind their sight,
And scatters round their wond'ring eyes A flood of sacred light.
In paths unknown He leads them on
To His Divine abode, And shows new miracles of grace
Through all the heavenly road. |
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