Gifts

By your Lord's creative breath,
Breathing hope, and scorn of death;
Love untired, on pardon leaning,
Joy, all mercies sweetly gleaning;
Zeal, the bolts of Heaven to dart,
Fragrant purity of heart; —
By the voice ineffable,
Wakening your mazed thoughts with an Almighty spell;

By His word, and by His hour
When the promise came with power, —
By His Holy Spirit's token,
By His saintly chain unbroken,
Lengthening, while the world lasts on,
From His cross unto His throne, —
Guardians of His virgin spouse!
Know that His might is yours, whose breathing seal'd your vows.
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