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(d=80) Lord, as we Thy Name pro - fess, May our hearts Thy love con - fess,
And in all our praise of Thee, May our lips and lives a - gree.
4 Enrich that temple's holy shrine
With sevenfold gifts of grace divine, With wisdom, light and knowledge bless, Strength, counsel, fear and godliness.
Amen. CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH, ab.
244 HENLEY Ios.
(d=108) Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here would I touch and
han - dle things un - seen; Here grasp with firm - er hand th’e - ter - nal
T T 132 all my wea - ri - ness up - on Thee lean. A-men.
2 Here would I feed upon the bread of God;
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven;
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
3 I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.
4 Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;
Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.
5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by,
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
2 O blest Memorial of our dying Lord,
Who living Bread to men dost here afford!
And Thou, O Christ, for ever precious be.
Cleanse us, unclean, with Thy most cleansing Blood;
The hope and peace which from Thy presence flow.
THOMAS AQUINAS. Tr. James R. WOODFORD