O Lamb of God, Whose Love Divine

O Lamb of God

whose love di­vine

Draws vir­gin souls to fol­low Thee;

And bids them earth­ly joys re­sign

If so they may Thy beau­ty see;

The saint of whom we sing to­day

Was faith­ful to Thy lov­ing call

And

cast­ing oth­er hopes away

Took Thee to be her God

her all.

To Thee she yield­ed up her will

Her heart was drawn to Thine ab­ove;

Content if Thou wouldst deign to fill

Thine hand­maid with Thy per­fect love.

Beneath Thy cross she loved to stand

Like Ma­ry in Thy dy­ing hour

That bless­ings from Thy pierc­èd hand

Might clothe her with un­dy­ing pow­er;

With pow­er to win the crown of light

For vir­gin souls laid up on high

And rea­dy keep her lamp at night

To hail the Bride­groom draw­ing nigh.

And sure­ly Thou at last didst come

To end the sor­rows of Thy bride

And bear her to Thy peace­ful home

With Thee for ev­er to abide.

All glo­ry

Je­su

for the grace

That drew Thy saint to fol­low Thee;

Grant us too in Thy love a place

Both now and through eter­ni­ty.