O DEW abundant from the depths divine,
O sweet white Flower, pure as mountain snow,
O precious Fruit of that celestial Flower,
O Ransom from the everlasting woe—
Thou holy sacrifice for sins of men,
The gift that the eternal Father gave—
O Dew of life, by Thee I live again,
By Thee Who earnest down to seek and save.
I see Thee small in low and humble guise,
And me Thou seest, great in shame and sin—
Lord, I would be Thy daily sacrifice,
Though I am worthless, vile, and foul within
Yet into that mean cup Thy grace will pour
The love that overflows for evermore.
Mechthild of Hellfde, † 1277.