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 The mightiest soul put mortal raiment on That came forth singing ever in man's ears Of all souls with us, and through all these years Rings yet the lordliest, waxen yet more strong, That on our souls hath shed itself in song, Poured forth itself like rain On souls like springing grain That with its procreant beams and showers were fed For living wine and sacramental bread; Given all itself as air gives life and light, Utterly, as of right; The goodliest gift our age hath given, to be Ours, while the sun gives glory to the sea.

Our Father and Master and Lord, Who hast thy song for sword, For staff thy spirit, and our hearts for throne: