O Lord, We Praise Thee
Verse 1
O Lord, we praise Thee, bless Thee, and adore Thee, In thanksgiving bow before Thee. Thou with Thy body and Thy blood didst nourish Our weak souls that they may flouish: O Lord, have mercy! May Thy body, Lord, born of Mary, That our sins and sorrows did carry, And Thy blood for us plead In all trial, fear, and need: O Lord, have mercy!
Verse 2
Thy holy body into death was given, Life to win for us in heaven. No greater love than this to Thee could bind us; May this feast thereof remind us! O Lord, have mercy! Lord, Thy kindness did so constrain Thee That Thy blood should bless and sustain me. All our debt Thou hast paid; Peace with God once more is made: O Lord, have mercy.
Verse 3
May God bestow on us His grace and favor To please Him with our behavior And live as brethren here in love and union Nor repent this blest Communion! O Lord, have mercy! Let not Thy good Spirit forsake us; Grant that heavenly-minded He make us; Give Thy Church, Lord, to see Days of peace and unity O Lord, have mercy! This article was made available on the internet via REFORMATION INK (\*HYPERLINK "www.markers.com/ink"www.markers.com/ink). Refer any correspondence to Shane Rosenthal: Reformation Ink at mac.com (connect and write as @mac.com -- when I connect them I get a lot of junk mail).
