MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.
213
Satan, gnashing, sees it flashing
Through that cloud so pure and white:
Thou endurest ever purest,
Virgin Mother of the Light.
Darkness scattered, hell gates shattered,
Victory to the souls draws nigh,
Whom confession of transgression
Justly had condemned to die.
Earth rejoices: heavenly voices
Bender praise to God above;
Now renewing and hedewing
Every soul with fuller love. Amen.
