Lord, altogether lovely! then at last
High shall the guerdon be,
Thy kiss outweigh the weary ages past
Of hearts that brake for Thee.
. . . . . .
Yet now I know Thee as the hidden Bread,
The living One, who died—
Who sitteth at my table—by my bed—
Who walketh at my side.
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