Poems (Kimball)/"From feasts that perish turned aside"

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

LENT AND EASTER.

HYMNS FOR LENT.

I.

FROM feasts that perish turned aside   A little space, Oh, be the flesh indeed denied; Our souls an-hungered satisfied   With the sweet feast of grace!

Thou who didst fast so long, so sore,  For our poor sake,—All pangs of earth's vast hunger bore, Ere Thou Thy precious Blood didst pour,   Thy blessed Body break—

O Holy Jesu! hear our cry,   And give us strength For love of Thee to mortify The love of self till self shall die,   And leave us Thine at length!