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.
– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964