VII. O earth! grow flowers beneath his feet, And thou, O sun, shine bright this day! He comes! He comes! O Heaven on earth! Our Jesus comes upon His way! Sweet Sacrament! we Thee adore! O, make us love Thee more and more! VIII. He comes! He comes! The Lord of Hosts, Borne on His throne triumphantly! We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord ; And yearn to shed our Blood for Thee. Sweet Sacrament! we Thee adore! O, make us love Thee more and more! IX. Our hearts leap up; our trembling song Grows fainter still; we can no more ; Silence! and let us weep-and die Great Sacrament of love divine ! All, all we have or are be Thine! XIII. THE MISSION OF THE HOLY GHOST. I. No track is on the sunny sky, No footprints on the air; Jesus hath gone; the face of earth II. The blessed feet of Mary's Son, They tread the streets no more; III. His Mother sits all worshipful With her majestic mien ; The princes of the infant Church Are gathered round their Queen. IV. They gaze on her with raptured eyes, Her features are like His, Her presence is their ample strength, Her face reflects their bliss. V. That Upper Room is heaven on earth; Within its precincts lie All that earth has of faith, or hope, Or heaven-born charity. VI. The Eye of God looks down on them, His love is centred there; His Spirit yearns to be o'ercome By their sweet strife of prayer. VII. The Mother prays her mighty prayer, In accents meek and faint, And highest heaven is quick to own The beautiful constraint. VIII. The Eternal Son takes up the prayer Upon His royal throne ; The Son His human Mother hears, The Sire His equal Son. |