O the depth of love di­vine,
Th’unfathomable grace!
Who shall say how bread and wine
God in­to us con­veys!
How the bread His flesh im­parts,
How the wine tran­smits His blood,
Fills His faith­ful people’s hearts
With all the life of God!

Let the wis­est mor­tals show
How we the grace re­ceive;
Feeble ele­ments be­stow
A pow­er not theirs to give.
Who ex­plains the won­drous way,
How through these the vir­tue came?
These the vir­tue did con­vey,
Yet still re­main the same.

How can spir­its heav’n­ward rise,
By earth­ly mat­ter fed,
Drink here­with di­vine sup­plies
And eat im­mor­tal bread?
Ask the Fa­ther’s wis­dom how:
Christ who did the means or­dain;
Angels round our al­tars bow
To search it out, in vain.

Sure and real is the grace,
The man­ner be un­known;
Only meet us in Thy ways
And per­fect us in one.
Let us taste the heav’n­ly pow­ers,
Lord, we ask for no­thing more.
Thine to bless, ’tis on­ly ours
To won­der and adore.