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						En ut superba criminum
						Et sæva nostrorum cohors
 Cor sauciavit innocens
 Merentis haud tale Dei!
						Vibrantis hastam militis
						Peccata nostra dirigunt:
 Ferrumque diræ cuspidis
 Mortale crimen acuit.
						Ex corde scisso Ecclesia
						Christo jugata nascitur:
 Hoc ostium Arcæ in latere est:
 Genti ad salutem positum.
						Ex hoc perennis gratia,
						Ceu septiformis fluvius;
 Stolas ut illic sordidas
 Lavemus Agni in sanguine.
						Turpe est redire ad crimina,
						Quæ Cor beatum lacerent:
 Sed æmulemur cordibus
 Flammas amoris indices.
						Hoc, Christe, nobis, hoc, Pater,
						Hoc sancta, dona, Spiritus,
 Quibus potestas, gloria
 Regnumque in omne est sæculum.
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						Lo, how the savage crew
						Of our proud sins hath rent
 The Heart of our all-gracious God,
 That Heart so innocent.
						The soldiers quivering lance
						Our guilt it was that drave,
 Our wicked deeds that to its point
 Such cruel sharpness gave.
						O wounded Heart, whence sprang
						The Church, the Saviours bride;
 Thou Door of our Salvations Ark
 Set in its mystic side.
						Thou holy fount, whence flows
						The sacred sevenfold flood.
 Where we our filthy roles may cleanse
 In the Lambs saving Blood:
						By sorrowful relapse,
						Thee will we rend no more;
 But like the flames, those types of love,
 Strive heavenward to soar.
						Father and Son supreme
						And Spirit, hear our cry;
 Whose is the kingdom, praise and power,
 Through all eternity.
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