O Thou great all-gracious Shepherd,
Shedding for us Thy life's blood,
Unto shame and death delivered,
All to bring us nigh to God !
Now our willing  hearts adore Thee,
Now we taste Thy dying love,
While by faith we come before Thee-
Faith which lifts our souls above.

As our Surety we behold Thee,
Ransoming our souls from death;
As the willing victim view Thee,
Yielding up to God Thy breath.
In this broken bread we own Thee,
Bruised for us and put to shame;
And this cup, O Lord, we thank Thee,
Speaks our pardon through Thy name.

But 'tis past, and, Lord we hail Thee,
Crown'd with glory on the throne;
Meet it is Thy saints should bless Thee
For the place Thy death hath won:
Won for us that in full measure
We should have our part with Thee:
Taste the river of Thy pleasure,
Share in all Thy victory.

8,7.                      Mrs. Wellesley