XIX.
[Thee, Father, Son, and Spirit, we]
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To—“Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord.”
Thee, Father, Son, and Spirit, we
Our kind Preserver praise,
While in Thy threefold gifts we see
And taste Thy threefold grace.
Thou feed'st the needy sons of men,
Thou dost our strength renew,
With corn, and wine, and oil sustain
Our fainting spirits too.
Father, in Thee we taste the bread
That cheers the church above,
And drink, from sin and sorrow freed,
The wine of Jesu's love.
The oil of joy, the spirit of grace,
To us Himself imparts,
The oil that brightens every face,
And gladdens all our hearts.
With awful thanks we now receive
Our emblematic food,
On Father, Son, and Spirit live,
And daily feast on God:
We to Thy glory drink and eat,
Till all from earth remove,
The endless praises to repeat
Of all-sustaining Love.
