There in the lowest halls of grace,

Through deep remorse and pains austere

He washed his soul from sin's dark trace,

Then in his heart-felt awe and fear

He lowly sought his Saviour's face,

Saved to life through a love-shed tear!

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Madonna Granduca and Child

Little Christ, little Christ,

Sheltered there on Mary's breast,

All Thy child-like purity

Lightens life's obscurity,

So I thank Thee

For that ray of light confessed.

Sweet Thy mother, Baby Christ,

Sweet in woman's modesty;

But to such an one as me

I would choose to kneel to Thee,

To Thy young simplicity,

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