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Signor le tue man sante
qual humiltà, qual zelo
mosse de servi tuoi
lavar le piante:
o creator del cielo
già ascoso in mortal velo,
rinova l'opra pia
monda 'l mio cor
d'ogni sua colpa ria.
Vergine il cui figliol
glorioso ascese a l'alto ciel
d'onde per noi mortali
in form' humana scese
deh! pia
dona a quest' alm' afflitta
l'ali che segua lui
sciolta da tanti mali.
English translation
Lord, your holy hands—
what humility, what zeal
moved them your servants'
feet to wash!
O creator of heaven,
once wrapped in mortal veil,
renew the holy work,
cleanse my heart
of every wicked fault.
Virgin, whose little son
ascended glorious to high heaven,
whence for us mortals
in human form he descended,
ah! holy one,
give this troubled soul
the wings to follow him,
freed from such great evils.