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THE BATTLE-EUCHARIST
Above the seas of gold and glass
The Christ, transfigured, stands to-day;
Below, in troubled currents, pass
The tidal fates of man away.
The Christ, transfigured, stands to-day;
Below, in troubled currents, pass
The tidal fates of man away.
Through that environed blessedness
Our sorrow cannot wholly rise,
Nor his swift sympathy redress
The anguish that in Nature lies.
Our sorrow cannot wholly rise,
Nor his swift sympathy redress
The anguish that in Nature lies.
Yet mindful from his banquet sends
The guest of God a cup of wine,
And shares a morsel with his friends,
Who, wondering, wait without the shrine.
The guest of God a cup of wine,
And shares a morsel with his friends,
Who, wondering, wait without the shrine.
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Remain with us, O Lord! remain;
Our faint souls will not let thee go:
Bear with us this surpassing pain,
Abide our sacrament of woe,
Our faint souls will not let thee go:
Bear with us this surpassing pain,
Abide our sacrament of woe,
While ghostly hands from battle-fields
Reproach with succor long delayed,
And all the wealth our treasure yields
Buys not the power to hasten aid.
Reproach with succor long delayed,
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Buys not the power to hasten aid.
O Christ, that multipliest bread!
Thou Feeder of the multitude,
On them thy heart's redemption shed,
Feed our beloved with heavenly food;
Thou Feeder of the multitude,
On them thy heart's redemption shed,
Feed our beloved with heavenly food;
And open wide the gates of thought,
That, sitting at this feast divine,
Our faith may see deliverance wrought
By pangs that bear the mark of thine.
That, sitting at this feast divine,
Our faith may see deliverance wrought
By pangs that bear the mark of thine.
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