St. Anthony’s Joy
He knelt in study and in prayer
In his small cell at home,
When suddenly a Child all fair
Stood there upon the tome.
It was the little Jesus dear
Who came to Anthony.
But why came He so very near?
Because of purity.
St. Anthony was filled with joy;
He opened wide his arms.
He wanted but this Holy Boy,
He cared but for His charms.
And Jesus rested for a while
Upon his yearning breast.--
He was repaid for every trial;
Of balms that was the best.
But only for a moment he
Embraced his God, his Love,
For Jesus vanished suddenly:
He went to heaven above.
So ‘tis with us: oft Jesus lies,
Not only in our arms,
But to our hearts He ever tries
To bring His heavenly charms.
The Little Host which we receive
This scene acts o’er and o’er,
When happy we with Jesus leave
The tabernacle door.