When these men must go
Sans an absolution,
When their sins are heavy as lead,
Thou Thyself will lift the head ;
Thou,
High Priest, wilt whisper low,
Te Absolvo! ere they go.
When there is no sacrifice,
Bread and Wine for Thy disguise,
Come Thou in the Spirit then;
As at Agincourt our men With desire a blade of
Served as Eucharist and Mass.
Lay Thyself the oil on lips,
Limbs and eyes, before the eclipse--As once Magdalen did to Thee--And so speed them, safe and free,
To lie down with Thee a while And to waken to Thy smile.
They shall sit down at the
Where Thou are Sacrament and Priest.
