Give us the wings of faith to rise
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Give us the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. Once they were mourning here below, Their couch was wet with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins and doubts and fears. We ask them whence their victory came: They, with united breath, Ascribe the conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his Death. They marked the footsteps that he trod, His zeal inspired their breast, And, following their incarnate God, They reached the promised rest. Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given; While the great cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven. |
Tolli fide pinnante da perspicientibus sanctarum quanta gaudia, quam splendidum decus. Ut nos, hi quoque fletibus planxere madidi et luctabantur haud secus malorum conscii. Quae causa eis victoriae? Uno sese animo Agni vicisse aiunt ope eiusque exitio. Eiusdem in notis pedum eodem et duce post incarnatum sunt Deum potiti requie. Laudandus ergo Dominus exemplum ob suum; et caelum O! petentibus quae turba testium! |