1 Greatest High-Priest, Saviour Christ,
Who for me was sacrific'd;
Make my Heart thro' thy blest Passion,
To thy self a pure Oblation.
2 Thy pure Love accepts of Nought,
But what by thy Love is wrought;
What's not of thy own Formation,
Ne'er attaineth to Salvation.
3 Kill me in what is Unclean
Kill in me the Root of Sin;
Snatch my Heart from its Pollution,
And th'old Man's entire Confusion,
4 On the Altar lay the Wood,
And consume old Adam's Brood:
Source of all celestial Graces.
I would die in thine Embraces.
5 Lo, at length it shall appear,
That the Lord has heard my Pray'r;
Lo, e'en in my present Station,
He'll be pleas'd with my Oblation.
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First Line: | Greatest High Priest, Saviour Christ |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Passion of Christ |