A Wondrous Mystery Is Here
A wondrous mystery is here
To hold in faith and holy fear:
The Savior comes as food divine,
Concealed in earthly bread and wine.
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.
In consecrated wine and bread
No eye perceives the myst’ry spread;
But Jesus’ words are strong and clear:
“My body and My blood are here.”
How dull are all the pow’rs of sense
Employed on proofs of love immense!
The richest food lies hid from view,
The highest gifts we have below.
We have no greater boon on earth,
And faith alone discerns its worth,
The Wod, not sense, must be our guide,
Christ’s words assure though sight’s denied.
Lord, show us still the You are good,
And grant us evermore this food
To strengthen ev’ry humble soul
And make each wounded spirit whole.