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Dat
panis
coelicus
Figuris
terminum
,
O
res
mirabilis
,
Manducat
Dominus
,
Pauper
,
pauper
,
Servus
et
humilis
...
Bread
of
angels
,
heavenly
bread
,
O
thing
of
wonder
.
Out
of
the
depths
have
I
cried
unto
Thee
,
O
Lord
;
Lord
,
hear
my
voice
!
Let
Thine
ear
be
attuned
to
the
sounds
of
my
supplication
.
Turn
not
away
,
O
Lord
,
turn
not
away
.
For
Thou
art
my
Sovereign
,
my
Master
,
my
God
,
and
I
am
Thy
humble
servant
.
In
Thine
eyes
only
one
thing
counts
,
goodness
.
Thou
carest
not
if
Thy
servants
be
beautiful
or
ugly
.
To
Thee
only
the
heart
matters
;
in
Thee
all
is
healed
,
in
Thee
I
know
peace
.
Lord
,
it
is
lonely
.
I
pray
it
be
over
soon
,
the
pain
of
life
.
They
do
not
understand
that
I
,
so
gifted
,
find
so
much
pain
in
living
.
But
Thou
dost
,
and
Thy
comfort
is
all
which
sustains
me
.
No
matter
what
Thou
requirest
of
me
,
O
Lord
,
shall
be
give
,
for
I
love
Thee
.
And
if
I
might
presume
to
ask
anything
of
Thee
,
it
is
that
in
Thee
all
else
shall
be
forever
forgotten
...
*
*
*
"
You
're
very
quiet
,
Mum
,
"
said
Dane
.
"
Thinking
of
what
?
Of
Drogheda
?
"
