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