Sanctum Sanctorum
THE wine of life is poured out deeply red
Into the cup of trembling, spiced with joy;
While fear and rapture which no fears destroy
Beat in my heart, the while my lips are fed
From the clear, crystal chalice held with dread
In the white hand of Love-Without-Alloy,
Who bids me sate in peace above annoy
My starving soul with heavenly wine and bread.
Into the cup of trembling, spiced with joy;
While fear and rapture which no fears destroy
Beat in my heart, the while my lips are fed
From the clear, crystal chalice held with dread
In the white hand of Love-Without-Alloy,
Who bids me sate in peace above annoy
My starving soul with heavenly wine and bread.
Oh God of love and power, remember this,
That we are dust! The earthly and divine
Mix, in our mortal clay, the spirit’s bliss
With love all human, such indeed as Thine
When Thou didst consecrate the bridegroom’s kiss
By turning Cana’s water into wine.
That we are dust! The earthly and divine
Mix, in our mortal clay, the spirit’s bliss
With love all human, such indeed as Thine
When Thou didst consecrate the bridegroom’s kiss
By turning Cana’s water into wine.