Hands that have been handling, holy things and high, still, Lord, in thy service bless and fortify. Ears which heard the message of the words of life, keep thou closed and guarded from the noise of strife. Eyes whose contemplation looked upon thy love, let them gaze expectant on the world above. "Holy, holy, holy," thee our lips confessed: on those lips for ever let no falsehood rest. Feet which trod the pavement round about God's board, let them walk in glory where God's light is poured. Bodies that have tasted of the living Bread, be they re-created in their living Head. Be we all one Body, all our members one, measured by the stature of God's full-grown Son.
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