An awe-full mys­te­ry is here
To chal­lenge faith and wak­en fear:
The Sav­ior comes as food di­vine,
Concealed in earth­ly bread and wine.

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.

In con­se­crat­ed wine and bread
No eye per­ceives the mys­te­ry dread;
But Je­sus’ words are strong and clear;
My bo­dy and My blood are here.

How dull are all the pow­ers of sense
Employed on proofs of love im­mense!
The rich­est food re­mains un­seen,
And high­est gifts ap­pear—how mean!

But here we have no boon on earth,
And faith alone dis­cerns its worth.
The Word, not sense, must be our guide,
And faith as­sure since sight’s de­nied.

Lord, show us still that Thou art good
And grant us ev­er­more this food.
Give faith to ev­ery wa­ver­ing soul
And make each wound­ed spi­rit whole.