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EXTREME UNCTION.
Oil mixed with balm, by lordly prelate blest,
The juggling priest for fee administreth,
To lull the cheated conscience into rest,
To ease the heavy-grinding gates of death.
Oh wretched mummery! No oil, no balm,
But only blood the guilty mind can calm.
The juggling priest for fee administreth,
To lull the cheated conscience into rest,
To ease the heavy-grinding gates of death.
Oh wretched mummery! No oil, no balm,
But only blood the guilty mind can calm.
No priest but He who ministers above,
Can make the soul from all defilement pure:
No balm in Gilead like his dying love;
No oil can work the wounded spirit's cure,
Like that rich chrism outpoured upon His head,
And, flowing thence, on all his members shed.
Can make the soul from all defilement pure:
No balm in Gilead like his dying love;
No oil can work the wounded spirit's cure,
Like that rich chrism outpoured upon His head,
And, flowing thence, on all his members shed.
Thou God of Peace, who dost to every saint
That unction from the Holy One afford!
In that dread hour when flesh and spirit faint,
Upon my soul be that sweet influence poured,
To' embalm my spirit, strength of faith impart,
And be the seal and witness to my heart.
That unction from the Holy One afford!
In that dread hour when flesh and spirit faint,
Upon my soul be that sweet influence poured,
To' embalm my spirit, strength of faith impart,
And be the seal and witness to my heart.
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