1 An awful mystery is here
To challenge faith and waken fear;
The Savior comes as food divine,
Concealed in earthly bread and wine.
2 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.
3 In consecrated wine and bread
No eye perceives the myst'ry dread;
But Jesus’ word is strong and clear;
My body and My blood are here.
4 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!
5 But here we have no boon of earth,
And faith alone discerns its worth:
The word, not sense, must be our guide,
And faith assure, since sight’s denied.
6 Lord! show us still that Thou art good,
And grant us evermore this food;
Give faith to ev'ry wav'ring soul,
And make each wounded spirit whole.
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First Line: | An awful mystery is here |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Catechism: Holy Communion |
Notes: | Author from Index: M. Loy |