1 A wondrous mystery is here
To hold in faith and holy fear:
The Savior comes as food divine,
Concealed in earthly bread and wine.
2 This world is loveless, but above,
What wondrous boundlessness of love!
The King of Glory stoops to me
My spirit's life and strength to be.
3 In consecrated wine and bread
No eye perceives the myst'ry spread;
But Jesus' words are strong and clear:
"My body and My blood are here."
4 How dull are all the pow'rs of sense
Employed on proofs of love immense!
The richest food lies hid from view,
The highest gifts we have below.
5 We have no greater boon on earth,
And faith alone discerns its worth,
The Wod, not sense, must be our guide,
Christ's words assure though sight's denied.
6 Lord, show us still the You are good,
And grant us evermore this food
To strengthen ev'ry humble soul
And make each wounded spirit whole.