THIS is not only bread and wine -- Thy body and Thy blood -- It is Thyself, Thy Life Divine, That is our spirit's food. It is the feast of Life, not death, That now we celebrate; Breathe into us Thy Spirit's breath, As here for Thee we wait! Thou art alive! O let us be To life in Thee restored! The new wine of Thy Kingdom we Would drink with Thee, dear Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING WHY THUS LONGING by HARRIET WINSLOW SEWALL PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |