Poem by Lucy Larcom

At the Feast

THIS is not only bread and wine —
Thy body and Thy blood —
It is Thyself, Thy Life Divine,
That is our spirit's food.
It is the feast of Life, not death,
That now we celebrate;
Breathe into us Thy Spirit's breath,
As here for Thee we wait!
Thou art alive! O let us be
To life in Thee restored!
The new wine of Thy Kingdom we
Would drink with Thee, dear Lord!

1. His Church
2. Even As He Is Pure
3. In Sorrow
4. They Said
5. O God, from Thee We Would Not Stray

Print

1714 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version