We hail Thee now, O Je­su,
Upon Thine al­tar-throne,
Though sight and touch have failed us,
And faith per­ceives alone!
Thy love has veiled Thy God­head
And hid Thy power di­vine,
In mer­cy to our weak­ness,
Beneath an earth­ly sign.

We hail Thee now, O Je­su;
In si­lence hast Thou come;
For all the hosts of Hea­ven
With won­der­ment are dumb;
So great the con­des­cen­sion,
So mar­vel­ous the love,
Which for our sakes, O Sav­ior,
Have drawn Thee from above.

We hail Thee now, O Je­su;
For law and type have ceased,
And Thou in each com­mun­ion
Art sac­ri­fice and priest;
We make this great m­emo­ri­al
In un­ion, Lord, with Thee,
And plead Thy death and pass­ion
To cleanse and set us free.

We hail Thee now, O Je­su;
For death is draw­ing near,
And in Thy pre­sence on­ly
Its ter­rors dis­ap­pear.
Dwell with us, sweet­est Sav­ior,
And guide us through the night,
Till sha­dows end in glo­ry,
And faith be lost in sight.