G“GIVE us our daily bread,” we pray,And know but half of what we say.The bread on which our bodies feedIs but the moiety of our need.The soul, the heart, must nourished be,And share the daily urgency.And though it may be bitter breadOn which these nobler parts are fed,No less we crave the daily dole,O Lord, of body and of soul!Sweet loaves, the wine-must all afoam,The manna, and the honey-comb,—All these are good, but better stillThe food which checks and moulds the will.The sting for pride, the smart for sin,The purging draught for self within,The sorrows which we shuddering meet,Not knowing their after-taste of sweet,—All these we ask for when we pray,“Give us our daily bread this day.”Lord, leave us not athirst, unfed;Give us this best and hardest bread,Until, these mortal needs all past,We sit at thy full feast at last,The bread of angels broken by thee,The wine of joy poured constantly.
G“GIVE us our daily bread,” we pray,And know but half of what we say.The bread on which our bodies feedIs but the moiety of our need.The soul, the heart, must nourished be,And share the daily urgency.And though it may be bitter breadOn which these nobler parts are fed,No less we crave the daily dole,O Lord, of body and of soul!Sweet loaves, the wine-must all afoam,The manna, and the honey-comb,—All these are good, but better stillThe food which checks and moulds the will.The sting for pride, the smart for sin,The purging draught for self within,The sorrows which we shuddering meet,Not knowing their after-taste of sweet,—All these we ask for when we pray,“Give us our daily bread this day.”Lord, leave us not athirst, unfed;Give us this best and hardest bread,Until, these mortal needs all past,We sit at thy full feast at last,The bread of angels broken by thee,The wine of joy poured constantly.
G“GIVE us our daily bread,” we pray,And know but half of what we say.
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“GIVE us our daily bread,” we pray,
And know but half of what we say.
The bread on which our bodies feedIs but the moiety of our need.
The bread on which our bodies feed
Is but the moiety of our need.
The soul, the heart, must nourished be,And share the daily urgency.
The soul, the heart, must nourished be,
And share the daily urgency.
And though it may be bitter breadOn which these nobler parts are fed,
And though it may be bitter bread
On which these nobler parts are fed,
No less we crave the daily dole,O Lord, of body and of soul!
No less we crave the daily dole,
O Lord, of body and of soul!
Sweet loaves, the wine-must all afoam,The manna, and the honey-comb,—
Sweet loaves, the wine-must all afoam,
The manna, and the honey-comb,—
All these are good, but better stillThe food which checks and moulds the will.
All these are good, but better still
The food which checks and moulds the will.
The sting for pride, the smart for sin,The purging draught for self within,
The sting for pride, the smart for sin,
The purging draught for self within,
The sorrows which we shuddering meet,Not knowing their after-taste of sweet,—
The sorrows which we shuddering meet,
Not knowing their after-taste of sweet,—
All these we ask for when we pray,“Give us our daily bread this day.”
All these we ask for when we pray,
“Give us our daily bread this day.”
Lord, leave us not athirst, unfed;Give us this best and hardest bread,
Lord, leave us not athirst, unfed;
Give us this best and hardest bread,
Until, these mortal needs all past,We sit at thy full feast at last,
Until, these mortal needs all past,
We sit at thy full feast at last,
The bread of angels broken by thee,The wine of joy poured constantly.
The bread of angels broken by thee,
The wine of joy poured constantly.