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IN REPARATION
A First Friday's Communion
What can we do, dear Lord, to make amends
For all the ills that we have heaped on Thee?
Our meanness for Thy generosity;
The wrong of day by day, that never ends;
The wounding in the house of us Thy friends;—
And all the nameless weight of infamy,
The unuttered shame of that fell century
Whose blasting breath still day by day ascends?
For all the ills that we have heaped on Thee?
Our meanness for Thy generosity;
The wrong of day by day, that never ends;
The wounding in the house of us Thy friends;—
And all the nameless weight of infamy,
The unuttered shame of that fell century
Whose blasting breath still day by day ascends?
This will we do, most wronged, most patient One;
At Thy dear feet Thy penitents will kneel,
And Thou wilt lift them into Thy embrace,
These who in reparation fair have won
The gift of gifts wherein Thou dost reveal
The splendour of Thine all-forgiving grace.
At Thy dear feet Thy penitents will kneel,
And Thou wilt lift them into Thy embrace,
These who in reparation fair have won
The gift of gifts wherein Thou dost reveal
The splendour of Thine all-forgiving grace.
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