Close veiled in that sweet Sacrament, Our Jesus' Heart,
our treasure lies;
Love's priceless, dearest testament
Is shrouded in that mystic guise.
Our Jesus left His realm of light,
On wings of love to earth He's flown;
To dwell with us is His delight,
He makes our hearts His earthly throne.
O Sacred Heart, how sweet 'twould be,
If we could die for love of Thee!
O Sacred Heart, how sweet 'twould be,
If we could die for love of Thee!
Love is not loved! O Angels, weep;
Ye virgins chaste, breathe bitter sighs;
O earth, be clothed in mourning deep;
Withdraw your light, ye radiant skies:
For all, our souls' dear Spouse hath died,
For all, His Heart with love doth burn;
Yet this meek Saviour men deride,
And for His love make no return.
O Sacred Heart, how sweet 'twould be,
If we could die for love of Thee!
O Sacred Heart, how sweet 'twould be,
If we could die for love of Thee!
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