O King most high of earth and sky on prostrate death thou treadest, and with thy blood dost mark the road whereby to heaven thou leadest. Christ, behold thine orphaned fold, which thou hast borne with anguish, steeped in the tide from thy rent side: O leave us not to languish! The glorious gain of all thy pain henceforth dost thou inherit; now comes the hour, then gently shower on us thy promised Spirit!
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