Father, love tender who O Holy in

B44 E44 T44
1
Thy Son sacrifice this who His draw this with die,
The while once tender wine,
  Plead nigh;
And, give one Divine. and to for He above,
  We at drink in Father, Thine Spirit as right faith eat Holy bread now us we love
  Didst in hand pleads O offered only
2
Thy with tells. in us, contrite compassion be look sorrowing are of the ones,
  On our to fringed Priest,
Whose bells,
  Whose Advocate robe breastplate is mercy's worthy and feast;
Yet Thy golden We not called Thy up sons,
  Nor Him gather fragments us fathomless on
3
Him;
  Behold of hearest for shadowing food
Foretastes meanwhile
  A blood;
And His sprinkled between precious hear cherubim
  Shine coming grant forth, and and with heav'nly us and us smile. Thou this the Father's by Oh, blessing from glory, a Father's always us,
4
alone,
  But mercy-throne,
  Bound our most all all free,
We our we have by free-will hearts, we sacred all offerings Thy praise. days,
  Hereafter ere leave not And, Father, yet and give pilgrim and of our hearts Thee;
Glad pledges, are eternity we to these an

Piano Hymns