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First Sunday After Epiphany.
I beseech you, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present
your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is
your reasonable service.
From the Epistle. [Rom. 12:1]
7,7,7,7
Höchster Priester, der du dich
Angelus. 1657.
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855
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Great High-priest, who deign'dst to be
Once the sacrifice for me,
Take this living heart of mine,
Lay it on Thy holy shrine.
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Love I know accepteth nought,
Save what Thou, O Love, hast wrought;
Offer Thou my sacrifice,
Else to God it cannot rise.
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Slay in me the wayward will,
Earthly sense and passions kill,
Tear self-love from out my heart,
Though it cost me bitter smart.
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Kindle, Mighty Love, the pyre,
Quick consume me in Thy fire,
Fain were I of self bereft,
Nought but Thee within me left.
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So may God, the Righteous, brook
On my sacrifice to look;
In whose sight no gift has worth
Save a Christ-like life on earth.
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