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5 MAGDALENE

 
Jesus, Your very love
Makes my heart tremble.
Your supreme goodness
Increases my pain.
I have overlooked Your charms
And in my repentance
I only have tears,
Lord, to offer You.
 
6 JESUS
 
These precious tears
Shine more to My eyes
Than the luminous trails
That streak through the heavens.
To the brilliant star,
Sparkling in the azure,
I prefer the lover
With the heart become pure.
 
7 MAGDALENE
 
What an astonishing mystery,
Oh my divine Savior!
 Is there nothing on earth
That charms Your heart?
The distant mountains
The white and soft lamb
The flowers of our countryside
Is there anything more beautiful?
 
8 JESUS
 
You see the flower in bloom
At the breath of springtime
And I see the rose
Of your ardent love.
This crimson rose
Knew how to delight My heart
She is loved by Me
More than any other flower.
 
9 MAGDALENE
 
The bird with its pure voice
Sings of Your greatness,
The whispering stream
Gives You its freshness.
The lily of the valley
Offers You with happiness
Its sweet-smelling corolla,
Its perfume, its whiteness.

 10  JESUS

 

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