Thee We Adore, O Hidden Savior, Thee

Thee we adore

O hid­den Sav­ior

Thee

Who in Thy sac­ra­ment dost deign to be;

Both flesh and spir­it at Thy pre­sence fail

Yet here Thy pre­sence we de­vout­ly hail.

O blest me­mor­ial of our dy­ing Lord

Who liv­ing Bread to men doth here af­ford!

O may our souls for­ev­er feed on Thee

And Thou

O Christ

for­ev­er pre­cious be.

Fountain of glad­ness

Je­su

Lord and God

Cleanse us

un­clean

with Thy most cleans­ing blood;

Increase our faith and love

that we may know

The hope and peace which from Thy pre­sence flow.

O Christ

whom now be­neath a veil we see

May what we thirst for soon our por­tion be

To gaze on Thee un­veiled

and see Thy face

The vi­sion of Thy glo­ry and Thy grace.