And Now, O Father, Mindful of the Love

And now

O Fa­ther

mind­ful of the love

That bought us

once for all

on Cal­va­ry’s tree

And hav­ing with us Him that pleads ab­ove

We here pre­sent

we here spread forth to Thee

That on­ly of­fer­ing per­fect in Thine eyes

The one true

pure

im­mor­tal sac­ri­fice.

Look

Fa­ther

look on His anoint­ed face

And on­ly look on us as found in Him;

Look not on our mis­us­ings of Thy grace

Our pray­er so lang­uid

and our faith so dim;

For lo! be­tween our sins and their re­ward

We set the pas­sion of Thy Son our Lord.

And then for those

our dear­est and our best

By this pre­vail­ing pre­sence we ap­peal;

O fold them clos­er to Thy mer­cy’s breast!

O do Thine ut­most for their souls’ true weal!

From taint­ing mis­chief keep them white and clear

And crown Thy gifts with strength to per­sev­ere.

And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet

Most pa­tient Sav­ior

who canst love us still!

And by this food

so aw­ful and so sweet

Deliver us from ev­ery touch of ill:

In Thine own serv­ice make us glad and free

And grant us nev­er­more to part with Thee.