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

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

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

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