Father, Holy O love who in tender

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

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