And now, O Father, mindful of the love
That bought us, once for all on Calv'ry's tree,
And having with us him that pleads above,
We here present, we here spread forth to thee:
That only off’ring perfect in thine eyes
The one, true, pure, Immortal sacrifice.

Look, Father, look on his anointed face,
And only look on us as found in him;
Look not on our misusing of thy grace,
Our pray’r so languid, and our faith so dim;
For lo, between our sins and their reward
We set the passion of thy Son, our Lord.

And so we come; O draw us to thy feet
Most patient Saviour, who canst love us still;
And by this food, so aweful and so sweet,
Deliver us from ev'ry touch of ill;
In thine own service, make us glad and free,
And grant us never more to part with thee.