To be the Lamb's celestial bride Is Juliana's one desire; For this she quits her father's home, And leads the sacred virgin choir. By day, by night, she mourns her Spouse Nailed to the Cross, with ceaseless tears, Till in herself, through very grief, The image of that Spouse appears. Like Him, all wounds, she kneels transfixed Before the Virgin-Mother's shrine; And still the more she weeps, the more Mounts up the flame of love divine. That love so deep the Lord repaid His handmaid on her dying bed; When, with the Food of heavenly life, By miracle her soul He fed. All praise to Thee, O Maker blest! Praise to the everlasting Son; Praise to the mighty Paraclete While ages upon ages run.