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1054.
[That solemn mystery Divine]
It is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.
—i. 13.
That solemn mystery Divine,
Wherein ye should My death record,
Ye sink into a lifeless sign,
Nor once discern your present Lord;
Ye tear My flesh, and shed My blood,
And turn to bane the heavenly food.
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