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Show THE BLESSED SACRAMENT. O Sacrament where dwells my Lord Divine! How sweet Thy coming near our hearts which need Thee sore, when Thou in love dost come to feed Our souls with bread of heaven and with wine That maketh virgins. Take, Lord, this heart of mine And make it Thine. Here ever Thou dost heed Our prayer, who come in sorrow, now, to plead For grace and strength to conquer, not repine! Sweet Jesus! hidden God of deepst love! love! Near Thee is peace tthe world can never nev-er know. No sin of ours should cause Thy Heart to bleed; Thy love should lift our thoughts to Thee above; Nor let our lives but in Thy friendship grow. In Thee, dear Lord, we have a Friend indeed. . Rev. J. P. X. O'Conor, S. J. |
