Alone Lord God, in Whom our trust and peace, Our love and our desire, glow bright with hope; Lift us above this transitory scope Of earth, these pleasures that begin and cease, This moon which wanes, these seasons which decrease; We turn to Thee; as on an eastern slope Wheat feels the dawn beneath night’s lingering cope, Bending and stretching sunward ere it sees. Alone Lord God, we see not yet we know; By love we dwell with patience and desire, And loving so and so desiring pray; Thy Will be done in earth as heaven to-day; As yesterday it was, tomorrow so; Love offering love on love’s self-feeding fire. Seven vials hold Thy wrath: but what can hold Thy mercy save Thine own Infinitude Bound…
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