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We see Thee as the suffering Christ
 With Cross and Passion bowèd down;
Earth's meanest things for Thee sufficed,
   And Sorrow's crown,

If only famished souls might flee
 Life's husks for Love's Eternal Feast,
And all might dwell in bliss with Thee—
   The very least!

"Lord, we repent! Lord, we believe!"
 And Thou acceptest even this?
And faithless wanderers wilt receive
   With heavenly kiss?

O Love! we sink from Thine embrace
 Thy feet to kiss forevermore!
The humblest is the fittest place
   When souls adore!