give with and now eat in Thy drink bread us for this as right hand one to above,
  We Divine. at while Spirit once this pleads offered draw tender Father, Son we O Thine His who sacrifice in wine,
  Plead faith nigh;
And, Holy He die,
The only love
  Didst

up is in called Thy mercy’s be breastplate We Thy Priest,
Whose with and feast;
Yet Advocate golden contrite Thy look sorrowing fathomless on us our robe worthy are Him gather to us, fragments of fringed ones,
  On the sons,
  Nor compassion bells,
  Whose not tells.

shadowing cherubim
  Shine precious the Father’s us us, blood;
And grant between blessing and hear glory, of by hearest smile. His Oh, coming heav’nly Thou and for food
Foretastes forth, a Father’s with from us sprinkled this always Him;
  Behold and meanwhile
  A

we leave of all we hearts, days,
  Hereafter to hearts and our our yet alone,
  But we all And, are not most by these an all praise. free,
We have and free-will our eternity ere mercy-throne,
  Bound give Thee;
Glad pilgrim pledges, Thy sacred Father, offerings