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But; lo! can thought conceive, can language tell,
The glory beaming mid that wondering host?
An angel seemed amid their ranks to glide.
Speechless they gazed, for mingled love and awe
Had settled on their souls, as heavenly guests.
From mouthto mouth the scanty portion spread,
Miraculously multiplied, nor ceased
Till all were fed; when of the fragments left,
Twelve basketsful were gathered.
The glory beaming mid that wondering host?
An angel seemed amid their ranks to glide.
Speechless they gazed, for mingled love and awe
Had settled on their souls, as heavenly guests.
From mouthto mouth the scanty portion spread,
Miraculously multiplied, nor ceased
Till all were fed; when of the fragments left,
Twelve basketsful were gathered.
Ye might well
Gaze on that miracle of wondrous might,
Ye unbelieving hearts, while from your lips
The exulting shout went up, proclaiming him
The Prophet-King, the Shiloh, long foretold
By ancient seers.
Gaze on that miracle of wondrous might,
Ye unbelieving hearts, while from your lips
The exulting shout went up, proclaiming him
The Prophet-King, the Shiloh, long foretold
By ancient seers.
Jesus, "Thou Bread of life!"
With food eternal feed our famished souls;
Nor let our footsteps faint, nor faith grow dim,
Till upon Zion's hill with thee we stand.
With food eternal feed our famished souls;
Nor let our footsteps faint, nor faith grow dim,
Till upon Zion's hill with thee we stand.
