This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “The Early Christian’s First Eucharist.”
Through the long hidden years Thou hast sought me,
A child of expectance and tears;
Through the twilight of stars Thou hast brought me,
Through doubting and manifold fears.
True, the bright Paschal moon shone out clearly,
And songs of the feast filled the air,
But the Temple the ancients loved dearly,
Ah, something was still wanting there.
All its types and dim shadows but lead me
Where now, at Thy pure Altar-throne,
With Thyself, Bread of Life, Thou dost feed me,
And makest me one with Thy own.
O the beautiful stars are all paling,
The bright Paschal moon sails away,
All the types and dim shadows are failing
At break of this wonderful Day.
Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.