Classic Poem

Come , let me for a moment cast
All earthly thoughts away,
And muse upon the sacred gift
Which I receiv'd to-day.

This morning that eternal Lord,
Who is my Judge to be,
Came to this lowly tenement,
And stay'd awhile with me.

With His celestial Flesh and Blood,
My fainting soul He fed;
With tender words of grace and love,
My heart He comforted.

He, who of all that live and breathe
Is all the life and breath,
This morning deign'd to visit me
In this my house of death!

He, whose immensity transcends
Creation's utmost goal,
This morning deign'd to be confin'd
Within my finite soul!

He who in endless wealth abounds,
The world's Possessor blest,
This morning deign'd, O wondrous thought!
To be by me possess'd!

He who in awful Godhead sits
Upon His throne on high,
This morning enter'd my abode,
In His Humanity!

He, who for me, a trembling babe,
On Mary's heart reclin'd,
This morning in my heart and flesh
His Deity enshrin'd!

O soul of mine! reflect, reflect;
Consider, one by one,
What marvels of surpassing grace
Thy God in thee has done.

His tender love with love repay;
Extol His sacred Name;
To all the world His greatness tell,
His graciousness proclaim.