1 | O what a miracle, my Lord, |
| That Im in Thee and Thou in me, |
| That Thou and I are really one; |
| O what a wondrous mystery! |
2 | For me Thy body Thou didst give, |
| That I may ever share in Thee; |
| For me Thy precious blood was shed, |
| That from my sins I might be free. |
3 | By resurrection Thou didst change |
| Thy form and as the Spirit come; |
| Thou wouldst that I be filled with Thee |
| That all Thy riches mine become. |
4 | Now as the symbols we behold, |
| Thy loving self we see anew; |
| We thank Thee for Thy hearts desire |
| As all Thy travail we review. |
5 | We eat the bread and drink the wine, |
| And to Thy sweetness we are led; |
| In spirit each receiving Thee, |
| Our spirits with Thyself are fed. |
6 | We long to eat and drink een more, |
| To take Thyself in spirit thus, |
| Till Thou shalt all our being fill |
| And true remembrance have from us. |