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“THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME.”
All praise to Him of Nazareth,
The Holy One who came,
For love of man, to die a death
Of agony and shame.
The Holy One who came,
For love of man, to die a death
Of agony and shame.
Dark was the grave; but since he lay
Within its dreary cell,
The beams of heaven's eternal day
Upon its threshold dwell.
Within its dreary cell,
The beams of heaven's eternal day
Upon its threshold dwell.
He grasped the iron veil, he drew
Its gloomy folds aside,
And opened, to his followers' view,
The glorious world they hide.
Its gloomy folds aside,
And opened, to his followers' view,
The glorious world they hide.
In tender memory of his grave
The mystic bread we take,
And muse upon the life he gave
So freely for our sake.
The mystic bread we take,
And muse upon the life he gave
So freely for our sake.
A boundless love he bore mankind;
Oh, may at least a part
Of that strong love descend and find
A place in every heart.
Oh, may at least a part
Of that strong love descend and find
A place in every heart.
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