A HYMN FOR THE FEAST OF ST. ANNE
by
Henry Formby, 1842
Spotless Anna, Juda's
glory,
Through the Church from east to west
Every tongue
proclaims thy praises,
Holy Mary's mother blest!
Saintly kings and
priestly sires
Blended in thy sacred line;
Thou in virtue all
before thee
Didst excel by grace divine.
Link'd in bonds of
purest wedlock,
Thine it was for us to bear,
By the favour of high
heaven,
Our immortal Virgin star.
From thy stem in
beauty budded
Ancient Jesse's mystic rod;
Earth from thee
received the mother
Of the
eternal Son of God.
All the human race benighted
In the
depths of darkness lay,
When in Anne it saw the dawning
Of the long-expected
day.
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