Mark 14:26: Rivals of saints supremely bless'd

Rivals of saints supremely bless'd,
Our souls to heaven ascend,
Who Jesu's eucharistic feast'
With praise begin and end.
With Jesus while our hearts we feed
They must with joy o'erflow,
And find, in that immortal Bread,
Their heaven begun below.

But conscious of our constant wants
To Christ again we cry,
Who all our needed graces grants,
And ask a fresh supply:
Oft to the garden we remove.
Our Master's grief to share,
Pour out our souls in plaintive love,
And agony of prayer.

An upper room will soon be found
Where we with Christ shall sit,
Partake His joy wath glory crown'd,
And all our griefs forget:
Our praises there shall never cease,
Our joys shall ne'er decay,
But higher rise and more increase
Through one eternal day.