O Lord of bounty, let this bread
Be Thy pure Body unto me;
And let the wine in symbol poured,
Tell of the glorious Mystery;—
O let me here Thy presence feel;
And all my sins in mercy heal.
I am not worthy to partake
Of Thy pure Body, gracious Lord;
Nor of the Blood so freely shed
By Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word;
Yet grant Thy presence unto me,
And let me now commune with Thee.
Hymns from the East, 1907