Hidden God, devoutly I adore You.

Truly present underneath these veils:

All my heart subdues itself before You

Since it all before You faints and fails.

No in sight, or taste, or touch be credit,

hearing only do we trust secure;

I believe, for God the Son has said it --

Word of Truth that forever shall endure.

On the Cross was veiled Your Godhead's splendor

Here Your manhood lies hidden too.

Unto both my faith I render,

And, as sued the contrite thief, I sue.

Though I look not on Your wounds with Thomas,

You, my Lord, and you, my God, I call:

make me to more and more believe in Your promise,

Hope in You, and love You over all.

O memorial of my Savior dying,

Living Bread, that gives life to man;

Make my soul, my life from You supplying,

Taste Your sweetness, as on earth it can.

Deign, O Jesus, Who Art of Heaven,

Me, a sinner, in your blood to lave,

To a single drop of which is given

All the world from all the sin to save.

Contemplating, Lord, Your hidden presence,

Grant me what I thirst and implore,

In the revelation of Your essence

To behold Your glory evermore!