Bread of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead: Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed; And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls are fed.
The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn. . . spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end. . . earth scents and the sky winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.