I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known. Isaiah 42:16
Words: William E. Gladstone, May 1836. In 1898, Gladstone’s wife contributed a 10-stanza poem, beginning
Lord, as Thy temple’s portals close, to Good Words (page 483). The text below, a cento of verses 3, 4 & 5 from the original, appeared in The English Hymnal (London: Oxford University Press, 1906), number 322.
If you know Akeroyd’s full name, or where to get a good picture of him (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
O lead my blindness by the hand,
Lead me to Thy familiar feast,
Not here or now to understand,
Yet even here and now to taste,
How the eternal Word of Heav’n
On earth in broken bread is giv’n.
We, who this holy precinct round
In one adoring circle kneel,
May we in one intent be bound,
And one serene devotion feel;
And grow around Thy sacred shrine
Like tendrils of the deathless Vine.
We, who with one blest food are fed,
Into one body may we grow,
And one pure life from Thee, the Head,
Informing all the members flow;
One pulse be felt in every vein,
One law of pleasure and of pain.