Lo, the Full, Final Sacrifice

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    Gerald Finzi’s Selection and Arrangement of the Crashaw Texts for his Lo, the Full Final Sacrifice (Opus 26), from Lauda Sion and Adoro Te

    1 Lo, the full, final Sacrifice
    On which all figures fix’t their eyes.
    The ransomed Isaac, and his ram;
    The Manna, and the Paschal Lamb.

    2 Jesu Master, just and true!
    Our Food, and faithful Shepherd too!

    3 O let that love which thus makes thee
    Mix with our low Mortality,
    Lift our lean Souls, and set us up
    Convictors of thine own full cup,
    Coheirs of Saints. That so all may
    Drink the same wine; and the same Way.
    Nor change the Pasture, but the Place
    To feed of Thee in thine own Face.

    4 O dear Memorial of that Death
    Which lives still, and allows us breath!
    Rich, Royal food! Bountiful Bread!
    Whose use denies us to the dead!

    5 Live ever Bread of loves, and be
    My life, my soul, my surer self to me.
    Live ever Bread of loves, and be
    My life, my soul, my surer self to me.

    6 Help Lord, my Faith, my Hope increase;
    And fill my portion in thy peace.
    Give love for life; nor let my days
    Grow, but in new powers to thy name
    and praise.

    7 Rise, Royal Sion! rise and sing
    Thy soul’s kind shepherd, thy heart’s King.
    Stretch all thy powers; call if you can
    Harps of heaven to hands of man.
    This sovereign subject sits above
    The best ambition of thy love.

    8 Lo the Bread of Life, this day’s
    Triumphant Text provokes thy praise.
    The living and life-giving bread,
    To the great twelve distributed
    When Life, himself, at point to die
    Of love, was his own Legacy.

    9 O soft self-wounding Pelican!
    Whose breast weeps Balm for
    wounded man
    All this way bend thy benign flood
    To’a bleeding Heart that gasps for blood.
    That blood, whose least drops sovereign be
    To wash my worlds of sins from me.
    Come love! Come Lord! And that long day
    For which I languish come away.
    When this dry soul those eyes shall see,
    And drink the unseal’d source of thee.
    When Glory’s sun faith’s shades shall chase,
    And for thy veil give me thy Face.

    [Lo, the full, final Sacrifice
    On which all figures fix’t their eyes.]
    Amen.

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