|Fortunati ambo si quid mea|
LET not Thy face averted be,|
Though ours for sin have swerved from Thee-
Thy love, 0 Lord, unprized -
Nor turn with eyes upbraiding more,
But glance forgiving as before
On hearts now agonized!
O beam benignant once again
On fleeting lives and wills of men
In Passion's ruffling view -
Where murky waves in currents fierce
Repel faint lights that strive to pierce,
May Thine come changeless through!
O face illumed of Olivet, shine -
Full in the radiance Divine
Thy light transmuting pour -
That on dimmed souls Thy rays may rest,
As on Veronica's Veil impressed,
Avert Thee nevermore!
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