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Hail, true Victim, life and light Unto sinners lending, Ev'ry older form and rite Hath in Thee it's ending. Spotless in the Father's sight, Evermore ascending, Holy Church in bitter fight Evermore befriending. |
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Jesus, truly in this place, God and man resideth; Him no shadow doth replace, Him no rent divideth. Very flesh, although His face, Glorified, He hideth; Garnered in this little space All of Christ abideth. |
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Plead, true Victim, in our stead, To the Father crying, Thou, Thy children's daily bread, Daily health supplying; Banquet for the exile spread, Grant us life undying: May our love from Thine be fed, Self and sense denying ! |