EIGHTH ANTIPHONE

By Algernon Charles Swinburne

Not with fine gold for a payment,

But with coin of sighs,

But with rending of raiment

And with weeping of eyes,

But with shame of stricken faces

And with strewing of dust,

For the sin of stately places

And lordship of lust;

With voices of men made lowly,

Made empty of song,

O Lord God most holy,

O God most strong,

We reach out hands to reach thee

Ere the wine-press be trod;

We beseech thee, O Lord, we beseech thee,

O Lord our God.