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- O Lord, I am not worthy,
That Thou shouldest come to me.
But speak the word of comfort,
My spirit shall be healed.
- I’m longing to receive Thee
The Bridegroom of my soul,
No more by sin to grieve Thee,
Or flee Thy sweet control.
- O Lord, Thou art all holy,
The angels Thee adore;
How, then ought I sincerely,
My wrongs and sins deplore!
- But when Thou soon wilt enter,
My heart, my sinful heart,
Then heal me be my shelter,
For Thou my Saviour art.
- O Lord, how can I thank Thee
For such a gift as this?
A gift which truly filleth,
My soul with heav’nly bliss!
- I praise Thee, I extol Thee
I love Thee O my Sire,
Till once in joy and glory,
In heav’n I’ll Thee admire.
- O Sacrament most Holy,
O Sacrament Divine,
All praise and all thanksgiving
every moment Thine.