A HYMN FOR THE SUNDAY WITHIN THE OCTAVE OF CORPUS CHRISTI
By Gerard Moultrie, 1864
1 Let all mortal flesh keep silence
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly-minded,
for with blessing in his hand
Christ, our God, to earth descending,
Comes our homage to command.
2 King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth he stood,
Lord of lords in human likeness,
In the body and the blood
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heav’nly food.
3 Rank on rank
the host of heaven
Spreads its
vanguard on the way
As the Light
from Light, descending
From the realms
of endless day,
Comes the pow’rs
of hell to vanquish
As the darkness
clears away.
4 At his feet
the six-winged seraph,
Cherubim with
sleepless eye,
Veil their faces
to the presence
As with
ceaseless voice they cry:
“Alleluia,
alleluia!
Alleluia, Lord
Most High!”
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