He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell.
Now I begin to pray: Thou Child,
Holy Thy name and undefiled!
Thy reign is come: Thy will is done.
Here is the Bread; here is the Blood.
Bring me through midnight to the Sun!
Save me from Evil and from Good!
That Thy one crown of all the Ten
Even now and here be mine. AMEN.
fle puts the first Cake on the Fire of the
Thurible.
I burn the Incense-cake, proclaim
These adorations of Thy name.
fle makes them as in Liber Legis, and strikes
again Eleven times upon the Bell. With the
Burin he then makes upon his breast the
proper sign.
Behold this bleeding breast of mine
Gashed with the sacramental sign!
FTe puts the second Cake to the wound.
I stanch the blood; the wafer soaks
It up, and the high priest invokes!
fe cats the second Cake.
This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear
As I enflame myself with prayer:
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