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The Cup
For You, my Master, Jesus Christ, Poor praises I employ; You shed the blood of sacrifice To bless the wine of joy.
Unsearchable, deep mystery! Your temple I shall be; Teach me to myself to die That You may live in me!
When I drink the cup of every good In remembrance all Divine, May guilt be vanished as the blood, And all I taste be wine.
Far beyond this earthly day In Heaven high above, This pledge shall take all fear away, And quench my thirst for LOVE. Sr. Giles (C) 2006 Edited 10/09/2006 |
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