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Eucharists.
“Extensions of the Incarnation”—this,Yea nothing less in Eucharists we see:
Before Thy Table, Lord, we bow the knee,
To wait Thy coming, and to feel Thy kiss.
We mourn for sin and straight its burden miss:
Thy spotless Body sets us sweetly free:
Thy Blood is wine of immortality;
We take the cup and taste angelic bliss.
Lord, give us grace Thy Body to discern,
And through the lattice of the broken Bread
To see the loving Face for which we yearn:
And on our hearts Thy precious Blood be shed,
Like drops of fiery dew, to make them burn
With loyal love to Thee, our glorious Head.
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