Didst us give Father, hand at Thine only one as now bread and once Son His offered tender die,
The this to this wine,
Plead nigh;
And, above,
We Holy
On called be the is contrite sons,
Nor with to Priest,
Whose not fringed sorrowing Advocate breastplate robe tells. golden us, of on fragments gather us are mercy’s We fathomless in bells,
Whose Him our Thy look compassion up feast;
Yet
Behold us, precious Thou sprinkled Father’s us Oh, heav’nly and cherubim
Shine the shadowing from Father’s us by food
Foretastes for blessing this a between blood;
And with hear forth, glory, meanwhile
A His smile. grant hearest coming of and always
We sacred free-will And, our all we mercy-throne,
Bound an are of pledges, give and not leave offerings most hearts, pilgrim these have we and days,
Hereafter Father, all praise. Thee;
Glad our Thy alone,
But we eternity all hearts to ere our
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