He Who once, in righteous vengeance
Ira justa conditoris

(Feast of the Precious Blood)

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
J. Mohr
Arr. by N. A. M.

Moderato

1.
He who once, in righteous vengeance,
Whelm'd the world beneath the flood,
Once again in mercy cleansed it
With the stream of His own Blood,
Coming from His throne on high
On the painful cross to die.

2.
Blest with this all saving shower,
Earth her beauty straight resumed;
In the place of thorns and briers
Myrtles sprang and roses bloom'd
Bitter wormwood of the waste
Into honey changed its taste.

3.
When before the Judge we tremble,
Conscious of his broken laws,
May this Blood in that dread hour
Cry aloud and plead our cause;
Bid our guilty terrors cease,
Be our pardon and our peace.

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