3. O loving Heart, but teach me
Each duty to fulfil,

And it shall be my pleasure
To do Thy holy will.

And this request I'll make Thee,
This recompense implore,

By ev'ry thought, and word, and act,
To love Thee more and more.

At The Offertory.

Moderato.

1. Ac-cept, Almighty Father, These gifts of bread and 2. With these,altho' un-worthy,Some off-er-ings we

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wine, Which now the priest is

offering, For

make, But all we have, Thou gav est, Then

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us be-fore Thy shrine; what Thou gavest, take;

But soon the Word will
Our heart,our soul, our

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make

sens

them His body and His blood, The es, We give thro' Ma-ry's hands, Who

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sa-cri-fice re-new-ing, Once offered on the Rood. by the cross once standing, Now by the altar stands.

Have I Not Loved Thee.

1. Have I not loved thee with a love No

mor-tal heart can show A love so deep My

saints in heaven, Its depths can nev - er

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know, When pierc'd and wounded On the cross man's

sin and doom were Mine I loved thee with un

dying love, Im - mor tal and di- vine,

2. I lov'd thee ere the skies were spread,
My soul bears all thy pains;

To gain thy love My Sacred Heart
In earthly shrines remains.

Vain are thy off'rings, vain thy sighs,
Without one gift divine;

Give it, My child, thy heart to Me
And it shall rest in Mine.

3. Send down, O Lord, Thy sacred fire, Consume and cleanse the sin,

That lingers still within my soul,

Let heavenly love begin.

That sacred fire Thy saints have known,

Kindle, O Lord, in me;

Thou, Thou, above the rest, O Lord,

And all the rest in Thee.

Sweet Sac - ra - ment! we Thee a dore,

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2. Had I but Mary's sinless heart

To love Thee with, my dearest King, Oh with what bursts of fervent praise,

Thy Goodness, Jesus, would I sing!

3. Oh see! within a creature's hand The vast Creator deigns to be, Reposing infant-like, as though

On Joseph's arm or Mary's knee.

4. What happiness can equal mine? I've found the object of my love, My Jesus dear, my King divine,

Is come to me from heav'n above.

5. He chose my heart for His abode;
He there becomes my daily bread;
There on me flows His healing blood,
There with His flesh my soul is fed.

6. Ye angels, lend your heav'nly tongues; Come, and with me in praises join; Come, and unite in thankful songs

Your sweet, immortal voice to mine.

7. Dear Jesus, now my heart is Thine!
O may it from Thee never fly!
Hold it with chains of love divine,
Make it be Thine eternally.

8. Vain objects, that seduced my soul,
I now despise your fleeting charm;
In vain temptation's billows roll,
I lie secure in Jesus' arms.