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Rain down, ye heav'ns, eternal bliss!
The Cherub-cloud today
Bears JESUS where His Father is,
Along the starry way!

Sundered of old were Heaven and Earth:
But Thou, Incarnate King!
Hast made them one by that Thy Birth,
And this Thy triumphing.

`Thy victor-raiment, wherefore red?
What mean the marks of pain
That print Thy form?'—the Angels said,
The ascending Monarch's train.

Very Oblation, by the scourges torn!
Nailed to the bitter Cross, O Virgin-born!
As once the Prophet from the monster's maw,
So now Thy love, accomplishing the Law,
Adam from utter death to perfect Life would draw.

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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 9 cent,1862
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