Accept, Almighty Father
These gifts of bread and wine
Which now the priest is offering
For us before thy shrine
But soon the Word will make them
His body and His blood
The sacrifice renewing
Once offered on the rood
With these, although unworthy
Some offering we make
But all we have, Thou gavest
Then what Thou gavest take
Our heart, our soul, our senses
We give thro’ Mary’s hands
Who, on the cross, once standing
Now by the altar stands
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