Father, Holy love O tender in who

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

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