O Dew, abundant from the depths of Heaven; O sweet white Flower, pure as mountain snow; O Precious Fruit of that celestial Flower; O Ransom from the everlasting woe; The holy Sacrifice for sins of men; The Gift that the eternal Father gave; O Dew of life, by Thee I live again, By Thee who camest down to seek and save. I see Thee small, in low and humble guise; And me Thou seest, great in shame and sin: Lord, I would be Thy daily sacrifice, Though I am worthless, vile, and foul within. Yet into that mean cup Thy grace will pour The love that overflows for evermore. |