Adoro Te Devote (Godhead Here in Hiding)

Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore, Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more, See, Lord, at Thy service low lies here a heart Lost, all lost in wonder at the God Thou art. Seeing, touching, tasting are in Thee deceived; How says trusty hearing? that shall be believed; What God's Son has told me, take for truth I do; Truth Himself speaks truly or there's nothing true. On the Cross Thy Godhead made no sign to men; Here Thy very manhood steals from human ken: Both are my confession, both are my belief, And I pray the prayer of the dying thief. I am not like Thomas, wounds I cannot see, But can plainly call Thee Lord and God as he; Let me to a deeper faith daily nearer move, Daily make me harder hope and dearer love. O Thou our reminder of Christ crucified, Living Bread, the life of us for whom He died, Lend this life to me then: feed and feast my mind, There be Thou the sweetness man was meant to find. Bring the tender tale true of the Pelican; Bathe me, Jesu Lord, in what Thy bosom ran— Blood whereof one drop for humankind outpoured Might from all transgression have the world restored. Jesu, whom I look at shrouded here below, I beseech Thee send me what I thirst for so, Some day to gaze on Thee face to face in light And be blest for ever with Thy glory's sight. Amen.