Classic Poem

When at early morn I stand
Humble at the Altar Feast,
Breaking bread at thy command,
Then I know I am thy Priest.

When thou showest I have turned
Some blind spirit towards the east
Who for sunlight long has yearned,
Then I know I am thy Priest.

When thou let'st me soothe a pain
Others, probing, have increased,
Then 'tis clear that not in vain
I have been ordained thy Priest.

Make me anxious, Lord, to be
Helpful to the very least
Child of weak humanity,
This will prove I am thy Priest.

To some altar every day
Where the flame of hope has ceased
Point, O Christ, my feet the way,
Gladly there will go thy Priest.