Holy Thursday 2014
Holy Thursday (Experience)
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold and usurous hand??Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their sun does never shine. And their fields are bleak & bare.?And their ways are fill'd with thorns It is eternal winter there.For where-e'er the sun does shine. And where-e'er the rain does fall: Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
Holy Thursday (Innocence)
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & green. Grey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames waters flow?O what a multitude they seemed these flowers of London town Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands?Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song?Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven amon?Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door