Here you will find the Poem Sacrament Hymn of poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ON a fair Sabbath day, when His banquet is spread, It is pleasant to feast with my Lord: His stewards stand robed at the foot and the head Of the soul-filling, life-giving board. All the guests here had burthens; but by the King's grant We left them behind when we came; The burthen of wealth and the burthen of want, And even the burthen of shame. And oh, when we take them again at the gate, Though still we must bear them awhile, Much smaller they'll seem in the lane that grows strait, And much lighter to lift at the stile. For that which is in us is life to the heart, Is dew to the soles of the feet, Fresh strength to the loins, giving ease from their smart, Warmth in frost, and a breeze in the heat. No feast where the belly alone hath its fill,? He gives me His body and blood; The blood and the body (I'll think of it still) Of my Lord, which is Christ, which is God.
