O St. Eucharius, you walked upon the blessed way

when with the Son of God you stayed—

you touched the man

and saw the wonders that he did.

You loved him perfectly

while your companions trembled,

frightened by their mere humanity,

they did not share the opportunity

to gaze entirely upon the good.

But you embraced him in the ardent love

of fullest charity—

the bundles of his sweet commands

you gathered to yourself.

O St. Eucharius, so deeply blessed you were

when God’s Word drenched you in the fire of the dove—

illumined like the dawn

you laid the Church’s foundation.

And in your breast burst forth the light of day—

the gleam in which three tents

upon the marble pillar

stand within the City of our God.

For through your mouth the Church can savor

the wine both old and new—

the cup of sanctity.

Yet in your teaching, too, the Church

embraced her rationality—

her voice cried out above the peaks

to call the hills and woods

to be laid low and suck upon her breasts.

Now in your crystal voice

pray to the Son of God for this community,

lest it should fail in serving God,

but rather as a living sacrifice

might burn before God’s altar.