Adoro Te
O Hidden Godhead, humbly I adore You, Who truly are beneath the forms In view. To You I bow my heart and bend the knee, Since, contemplating You, all fails for me. Sight, touch and taste in You are each deceived: The ear alone most safely is believed. I firmly hold whate'er God's Son is spoken Than Truth's own word there in no truer token.
God only on the Cross was hid from view, But here hidden deity and Manhood too;
And I in both professing firm belief, Make mine the prayer of the repentant thief.
You wounds, as Thomas saw, I do not see, Yet You confess my Lord and God to be.
My faith confirm and child-like trust impart, and may I love You, Lord with all my heart.
O Blest Memorial of our Lord's own dying: O Living Bread, to mortals life supplying:
Become indeed the life of my own mind, So that in You I may all sweetness find.
O Pelican, self-wounding on the Rood, Me unclean man yet cleanse with Your own Blood,
Of which a single drop, for sinners spilt, Can purge this wicked world of all its guilt.
O Jesus Whom at present veiled I see, What I so thirst for, grant to me:
That I may see your blessed Self unfolding, And may find rest Your glory in beholding. Amen
"My soul finds rest in God alone: My salvation comes from Him." (Psalms 62:1)