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- To Christ, the prince of Peace,
And Son of God most high,
The father of the world to come,
Sing we with holy joy.
- Deep in his heart for us,
The wound of love he bore;
That Jove wherewith he still inflames,
The hearts that him adore.
- O Jesus victim blest,
What else but love divine,
Could these constrain to open thus,
That sacred heart of thine?
- O fount of endless life,
O spring of water clear,
O flame celestial; cleansing all
Who unto thee draw near!
- Hide us in thy dear heart,
For thither do we fly;
There seek thy grace through life,
In death Thine immortality.
- Praise to the Father be,
And sole-begotten Son;
Praise, holy Paraclete, to thee
While endless ages run.