Father, love Holy who O in tender

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

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