| Sacred body, wan and worn
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| Bruised and mangled, scourged and torn
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| By thy passion, kiss divine
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| Fill my heart and make it thine
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| Purest victim, stainless priest
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| Thou the host and thou the feast
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| By the pains thou didst endure
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| Cleanse my soul and make it pure
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| Oh, thou, who camest from above
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| Kindle a flame of sacred love
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| Alleluya, Deus
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| Fons amoris, spiritus
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| Thou art fairer than the children of men: full of grace are thy lips.
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| My heart is inditing of a good matter, I speak of the things which I have made
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| unto the King: my tongue is the pen
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| Song of joy, eternal lay
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| At your feet I kneel and pray
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| Blind, I pray that I may see
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| Bound, I pray to be made free
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| Loving shepherd of thy sheep
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| At your feet, prostrate, I weep
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| Sinful, sighing to be blest
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| Weary, waiting for my rest
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| Oh, love, I give myself to thee
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| Thine ever, only thine to be
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| Alleluya, Deus
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| Amor quam ecstaticus
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| I am risen and am still with thee, thou hast laid thine hand upon me,
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| thou hast searched me out and known me: thou knowest my down-sitting and mine
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| up-rising
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| Blessed martyr, holy one
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| Thou the father, thou the son
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| What is rigid, gently bend
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| What is frozen, warmly tend
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| Lover of the virgin womb
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| Thou tile sun and thou the moon
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| What is wounded, work its cure
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| What is soiled, make thou pure
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| Oh, master, it is good to be
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| Thine ever, only thine to see
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| Alleluya, Deus
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| Veni, sancte spiritus
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| Mine eyes are ever towards the Lord, for he shall pluck my feet out of the net:
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| 1ook thou upon me, and have mercy upon me, for I am desolate, afflicted,
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| and in misery |