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Abroad the regal banners fly, Now shines the crosses mystery: Upon it Life did death endure, And yet by death did life procure. |
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Who, wounded with a doleful spear, Did with intent to wash us clear From stain of sin pour out a flood Of water mix'd with precious blood. |
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O lovely and refulgent tree! Adorn'd with purple majgesty; Cull'd from a worthy stock indeed, Oh which such holy limbs would bleed. |
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Blest Trinity, we praises sing, To Thee from Whom all graces spring: Celestial crowns on those bestow, Who conquer by the Cross below. |
| Amen. |