O Bread of life,
Free from sin's leaven,
Free from sin's leaven,
My memorial portion
Burnt up by divine wrath,
A soothing aroma,
As my adequate sin-offering!
And mercy upon mercy,
For I am not only
The impoverished supplicant
With no bread of my own,
But I am the priest as well.
Naked, poor, and hungry I come,
And You provide the offering,
Clothe me in priestly robes,
And give me to eat of the excess
As my rightful portion.
O Christ, be my very bread,
Life of my life,
True sustenance,
And the offering
I could not make.
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