SACRAMENT
AS up and down the fields I went,The fields of trembling wheat,Under the high blue heavens of JuneIn summer’s poppied heat,I worked at homely common tasksSharp stubble ’neath my feet.But I was not alone; I knewA comradeship most sweet.For as I gathered up the sheavesAnd bound the heavy grain,One whispered: “Yea, the world needs Food;Hungry it goes, and fainAm I to be its Bread, and giveMy Body for its pain.For this I lay in the dark earthThrough sun and singing rain.”Into the vineyard I was sent,There One was keeping tryst.I cut the grapes—how beautifulTheir bloomy amethyst!He said “This is my Blood, the WinePoured for the world, ye wist.In wheat and grape ye work with meTo make my Eucharist.”
AS up and down the fields I went,The fields of trembling wheat,Under the high blue heavens of JuneIn summer’s poppied heat,I worked at homely common tasksSharp stubble ’neath my feet.But I was not alone; I knewA comradeship most sweet.For as I gathered up the sheavesAnd bound the heavy grain,One whispered: “Yea, the world needs Food;Hungry it goes, and fainAm I to be its Bread, and giveMy Body for its pain.For this I lay in the dark earthThrough sun and singing rain.”Into the vineyard I was sent,There One was keeping tryst.I cut the grapes—how beautifulTheir bloomy amethyst!He said “This is my Blood, the WinePoured for the world, ye wist.In wheat and grape ye work with meTo make my Eucharist.”
AS up and down the fields I went,The fields of trembling wheat,Under the high blue heavens of JuneIn summer’s poppied heat,I worked at homely common tasksSharp stubble ’neath my feet.But I was not alone; I knewA comradeship most sweet.
For as I gathered up the sheavesAnd bound the heavy grain,One whispered: “Yea, the world needs Food;Hungry it goes, and fainAm I to be its Bread, and giveMy Body for its pain.For this I lay in the dark earthThrough sun and singing rain.”
Into the vineyard I was sent,There One was keeping tryst.I cut the grapes—how beautifulTheir bloomy amethyst!He said “This is my Blood, the WinePoured for the world, ye wist.In wheat and grape ye work with meTo make my Eucharist.”