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the glorious body bleeding O! my tongue the mystery sing, And the blood all price exceeding, Which for this world's ransoming From a noble womb proceeding shed, the Gentiles' King.

Given for us, for us descended Of a maid from evil freed, And His life on earth expended Scattering the word's blest seed, His career at length He ended Wonderful in word and deed.

At the last sad supper seated. Circled by His chosen band, Moses' law in full completed In the food it doth command,