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Holy Communion. 315
CCXCVIII.
Jesus, when near th' expected hour,
That Hell to grieve Him should have power,
As on His cross He kept His view,
Into an upper room withdrew,
With all His votaries there to meet
And celebrate the Paschal treat.
Then He Himself for death disposed ; Of dying well the art disclosed ; He wash'd with condescension sweet And wiped His happy lovers' feet, That from pollution cleansed they might Approach the Eucharistic rite.
The Eucharist He then ordain'd; With food immortal them sustain'd ; Then sang an hymn, the feast to close, And sweeten His approaching woes, Scattering truths heav'nly, high, and sweet, As to the Mount He made retreat.
While death was lively in His thought, He heavenly truths with vigour taught, How to be loved of God, and love ; Promised sweet peace and joys above, And the blessed Spirit's constant aid ; And for them all with fervour pra/d.
He spent His preparation hours
To warn of dangers and hell-powers ;
Their hearts to counsel, strengthen, cheer,
To arm against degenerate fear ;
Pure love fraternal to instil,
And form them to His Father's will. |
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