Page:LyraEcclesiastica.djvu/17



Word supernal forth proceeds, Nor leaves the right hand of His Sire, To execute His lofty deeds With life's sad even drawing nigher.

By His disciple unto death Unto His enemies betrayed, He first the sustenance of breath Himself to His disciples made.

To whom He gave in either kind The sacred flesh, the pretious blood, That unto man of both combined He might become celestial food.

Man's friend He's born in human guise,— And dwells with him his food to be,— As his redemption's price He dies,— And reigns his crown of majesty.

O! Victim of Salvation's cause, Who Heaven's gates hast open laid, While overwhelm'd with hostile wars, Afford us strength and grant us aid.