In the midnight hour
trust in My benevolent power.
Come, O beautiful one,
thy infidelities are undone.
I am the Son,
the vict’ry is won.
Eat, taste and believe,
with My Body, be thou fed.
Drink, rest and receive
this Blood for thee I have shed.
Feel—My Heart’s comforting heat.
Breathe—My Spirit tender and sweet.
Calm now thy restless heartbeat.
Know—thy enemy surely tastes defeat.
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