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You nursed the Creator and Lord in His infancy.
Apparelled with Him thou fought as most mighty in war.
Wherefore I cry out to you with the groans of my burdened heart.
Rejoice O Protection of our Souls.
Words shall I now pour forth unto the Mother and Queen.
In the abodes of the chosen with the Righteous, O Master, number those in piety departed.
Keep our Country safe.
O Pure One, number me among the sheep at thy Son’s right hand.
You were precious pearls brightening the crown of the Venerable Church.
The Grace of the All Holy Spirit… filled the Ascetics with Divine Gifts.


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