The Word went forth
By Thomas Aquinas

   The Word went forth,
   Yet from his Father never went away.
   Came to his work on earth,
   And laboured till the twilight of his day.

   Men envied him: He went to death,
   By his own man betrayed,
   Yet first to his own men himself had given
   In wine and broken bread.

   In birth he gave himself a friend to men,
   At meat, their holy bread:
   Dying, he gave himself their ransoming:
   Reigning, their high reward.

   O Victim slain for us and our salvation,
   Opening the doors of light,
   The warring hosts are set on our damnation,
   Give us the strength to fight.