Thee we adore, O hid­den Sav­ior, Thee,
Who in Thy sac­ra­ment dost deign to be;
Both flesh and spi­rit at Thy pre­sence fail,
Yet here Thy pre­sence we de­vout­ly hail.

O blest me­mo­ri­al of our dy­ing Lord,
Who liv­ing Bread to men doth here af­ford!
O may our souls for­ev­er feed on Thee,
And Thou, O Christ, for­ev­er pre­cious be.

Fountain of glad­ness, Je­su, Lord and God,
Cleanse us, un­clean, with Thy most cleans­ing blood;
Increase our faith and love, that we may know
The hope and peace which from Thy pre­sence flow.

O Christ, whom now be­neath a veil we see,
May what we thirst for soon our por­tion be,
To gaze on Thee un­veiled, and see Thy face,
The vi­sion of Thy glo­ry and Thy grace.