Wilt Thou own the gift I bring? All my penitence I give Thee; Thou art my exalted King, Of Thy matchless love forgive me;-- Thou didst give Thyself for me, Now I give myself to Thee.
O Lord of bounty, let this bread Be Thy pure Body unto me; And let the wine in symbol poured, Tell of the glorious Mystery;-- O let me here Thy presence feel; And all my sins in mercy heal.
I am not worthy to partake Of Thy pure Body, gracious Lord; Nor of the Blood so freely shed By Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word; Yet grant Thy presence unto me, And let me now commune with Thee.
When in the clouds the Lord appears, And angels stand around His throne; When judgment fills the soul with fears, And none can aught of sin disown;-- Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare, And let my soul Thy mercy share.
Even in Thy judgment mercy shew;-- But ere that awful day awakes, Make me my guilty state to know, And from my evil courses break;-- Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare, And let my soul Thy mercy share.
For Thou art pitiful and kind, And Thou hast died, O Judge of men, That, ere the Judgment, I may find The path that leads to life again;-- Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare, And let my soul Thy mercy share.
I have no penitence nor tears, I have no merit of my own; But, ah! my soul is filled with fears, And gladly would its sin disown;-- Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare, And let my soul Thy mercy share.
And bring me nigh the throne of grace, That, ere the day of Judgment dire, I may behold Thy loving face, And flee Thine all consuming ire;-- Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare, And let my soul Thy mercy share.
Swift draws the day of Judgment nigh; Wake, wake, my soul, the Judge is near! And call for mercy while thy cry Can enter His inclining ear;-- Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare, And let my soul Thy mercy share.
The Bridegroom comes! My soul, awake, And slumber from thine eyelids shake; Hark! in the midnight hour the cry; Bestir, my soul, for He is nigh.
Now trim your lamp, and let its light Illume the darkness of the night; And with the tarrying host attend The Bridegroom, as the Bridegroom's friend.
Hast thou no oil? O foolish soul! Why didst thou not the hours control? Why in the darkness slumber still, Without the oil your lamp to fill?
