SIR GALAHAD. I. My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splintered spear-shafts crack and fly, The horse and rider reel : They reel, they roll in clanging lists, And when the tide of combat stands, Perfume and flowers fall in showers, So shows my soul before the Lamb, My spirit before Thee; So in mine earthly house I am, To that I hope to be. Break up the heavens, oh Lord! and far, Through all yon starlight keen, Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star, In raiment white and clean. III. He lifts me to the golden doors; All heaven bursts her starry floors, Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity, One sabbath deep and wideA light upon the shining sea SIR GALAHAD. I. My good blade carves the casques of men, The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The splintered spear-shafts crack and fly, They reel, they roll in clanging lists, And when the tide of combat stands, Perfume and flowers fall in showers, So shows my soul before the Lamb, So in mine earthly house I am, To that I hope to be. Break up the heavens, oh Lord! and far, Through all yon starlight keen, Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star, In raiment white and clean. III. He lifts me to the golden doors; Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity, One sabbath deep and wideA light upon the shining sea SIR GALAHAD. I. My good blade carves the casques of men, The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, They reel, they roll in clanging lists, And when the tide of combat stands, Perfume and flowers fall in showers, |