1 AN awful mystery is here
To challenge faith and waken fear;
The Saviour 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 mystery dread,
But Jesus’ words are 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 on 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: | 1893 |
Topic: | Catechism: Lord's Supper |
Notes: | M. Loy. |