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TAKE me along with thee, and let me learn thy prayer!
Take me along with thee! I must prevail.
For all that I possess is void and stale
Unless I have God’s Body in my care.
Kneeling together, make for both petition!
Only upon our knees shall we receive Him,
Only by importunity achieve Him,
And crying with one need.
Prompt in thy grace, give heed!
I am a beggar of thy wild condition:
I huddle to thy side, my hope is thine,
Thy will my will—His Body must be mine.
THE BLESSED SACRAMENT
LO, from Thy Father’s bosom Thou dost sigh;
Deep to Thy restlessness His ear is bent:—
“Father, the Paraclete is sent,
Wrapt in a foaming wind He passeth by.
Behold, men’s hearts are shaken—I must die:
Sure as a star within the firmament
Must be my dying: lo, my wood is rent,
My cross is sunken! Father, I must die!”
Lo, how God loveth us, He looseth hold....
His Son is back among us, with His own,
And craving at our hands an altar-stone.
Thereon, a victim, meek He takes his place;
And, while to offer Him His priests make bold,
He looketh upward to His Father’s Face.