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THE SACRED HEART. 89
A creature can it be, in uncreated bliss?
A novelty in God ? Oh what nameless thing is this?
The beauty of the Father's Power is o'er it brightly
shed, The sweetness of the Spirit's Love is unction on its
head ; In the wisdom of the Son it plays its wondrous
part, While it lives the loving life of a real Human Heart!
A Heart that hath a Mother, and a treasure of red
blood, A Heart that man can pray to, and feed upon for
food ! In the brightness of the Godhead is its marvellous
abode, A change in the Unchanging, creation touching God ! Ye spirits blest, in endless rest, who on that Vision
gaze, Salute the Sacred Heart with all your worshipful
amaze, And adore, while with ecstatic skill the Three in One
ye scan, The Mercy that hath planted there that blessed Heart
of Man!
All tranquilly, all tranquilly, doth that Blissful Vision
last, And Its brightness o'er immortalized creation will It
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