Christopher Upton - Patriarch - ноты, текст песни (слова)

WHEN the Patriarch was returning
 Crown'd with triumph from the fray,

 Him the peaceful king of Salem
 Came to meet upon his way;

 Meekly bearing bread and wine,

 Holy priesthood's awful sign.

 
 On the truth thus dimly shadow'd,
 Later days a lustre shed;

 When the great High-Priest eternal,
 Under forms of wine and bread,

 For the world's immortal food,

 Gave his flesh and gave his blood.

 
 Wondrous gift! - The word who fashion'd
 All things by his might divine,

 Bread into his body changes,
 Into his own blood the wine -

 What though sense no change perceives?

 Faith admires, adores, believes.

 
 He who once to die a victim,
 On the Cross, did not refuse,

 Day by day, upon our altars,
 That same sacrifice renews;

 Through his holy priesthood's hands,

 Faithful to his last commands.

 
 While the people all uniting
 In the sacrifice sublime,

 Offer Christ to his high Father,
 Offer up themselves with Him;

 Then together with the priest

 On the living Victim feast.

 
 Praise the Universal Maker,
 Father of the world of men;

 Praise the Son, whose life-blood flowing
 Bought our captive souls again;

 Gracious Breath of Life Divine -

 Praise, O Triune God, be Thine! Amen.

 Cluniac Breviary, 1686
 Tr. E Caswall (1814-78)