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SURSUM CORDA
To Francis Thompson.
Lift up your hearts! We lift
Them up
To God, and to God's gift,
The Passion Cup.
Them up
To God, and to God's gift,
The Passion Cup.
Lift up your hearts! Ah, so
We will:
Through storm of fire or snow,
We lift them still.
We will:
Through storm of fire or snow,
We lift them still.
Lift up your hearts! your hearts!
Ah, yes!
For then a glory parts
Our cloudiness.
Ah, yes!
For then a glory parts
Our cloudiness.
Lift up your hearts! Good sooth,
We must:
Shall they, the arks of truth,
Lie filled with dust?
We must:
Shall they, the arks of truth,
Lie filled with dust?
Lift up your hearts! O Christ,
Thine Heart!
Broken, sweet Sacrificed!
By us Thou art.
Thine Heart!
Broken, sweet Sacrificed!
By us Thou art.
Lift up your hearts! oh, high!
We make
Wide Wounds to enter by
In His, we brake.
We make
Wide Wounds to enter by
In His, we brake.
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Lift up your hearts! Nay, see!
They are
Lifted to His, where He
Is Sun and Star.
They are
Lifted to His, where He
Is Sun and Star.
Lift up your hearts! But He
Bows His.
Deeps of our infamy:
There that Heart is!
Bows His.
Deeps of our infamy:
There that Heart is!
1896.
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