Dew abundant from the depths divine, O sweet white Flower, pure as mountain snow, O precious Fruit of that celestial Flower, O Ransom from the everlasting woe— Thou 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. |