1 My God, and is Thy table spread?
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.
2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich Banquet of His Flesh and Blood!
Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!
3 Why are its blessings all in vain
Before unwilling hearts displayed?
Was not for us the victim slain?
Are we forbid the children's Bread?
4 0 let Thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.
5 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared;
With warm desire let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.
1 0 GOD unseen, yet ever near,
Thy presence may we feel;
And thus, inspired with holy fear,
Before Thine altar kneel.
2 Here may Thy faithful people know
The blessings of Thy Love;
The streams that through the desert flow,
The manna from above.
3 We come, obedient to Thy Word,
To feast on heavenly food;
Our meat the Body of the Lord,
Our drink, His precious Blood.
Ecce Panis Angelorum.
1 Lo, upon the altar lies
Bread of heaven from the skies:
Food to mortal wanderers given,
To the sons and heirs of heaven.
2 Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep!
Thou Thy flock in safety keep.
Living Bread! Thy life supply,
Luftgerathen werelse we die.
From heaven, the eternal mercy-seat,
On us Thy blessing pour,
And make our inmost souls to be
A habitation meet for Thee.
2 Thy Body for our ransom given,
Thy Blood in mercy shed,-
With this immortal food from heaven,
Lord, let our souls be fed:
And as we round Thine altar kneel,
Help us Thy quickening grace to feel.
3 Be Thou, O Holy Spirit, nigh;
Accept the humble prayer,
The contrite soul's repentant sigh,
The sinner's heartfelt tear;
And let our adoration rise
As fragrant incense to the skies.
3 Come, glorious Lord! my hopes increase,
And mix my portion with Thy peace!
Come, and forever dwell in me,
That I may only live to Thee.
4 Come, hidden life, and that long day
For which I languish, come away!
When this dry soul Thy face shall see,
And drink the unsealed Source of Thee:
1 My God, and is Thy table spread?
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.
2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich Banquet of His Flesh and Blood!
Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!
? Why are its blaggin~~ -11:
O Esca viatorum.
10 BREAD to pilgrims given,
Richer than angels eat,
O Manna sent from heaven,
For heaven-born natures meet!
Give us, for Thee long pining,
To eat till richly filled;
Till, earth's delights resigning,
Our every wish is stilled!
20 Fountain, life-bestowing,
From out the Savior's heart,
A Fountain purely flowing,
A Fount of Love Thou art!
Oh let us, freely tasting,
Our burning thirst assuage!
Thy sweetness, never wasting,
Avails from age to age.
2.Jsouthe anar kneei. *
2 Here may Thy faithful people know
The blessings of Thy Love;
The streams that through the desert flow,
The manna from above.
3 We come, obedient to Thy Word,
To feast on heavenly food;
Our meat the Body of the Lord,
Our drink, His precious Blood.
Ecce Panis Angelorum.
1 Lo, upon the altar lies
Bread of heaven from the skies:
Food to mortal wanderers given,
To the sons and heirs of heaven.
2 Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep!
Thou Thy flock in safety keep.
Living Bread! Thy life supply,
Strengthen us, or else we die.
3 Thou, who feedest us below!
Source of all we have or know!
Grant that with Thy saints above
We may reach Thy feast of love!
From Edward Caswall. 1848.
Tr. Thomas Aquinas. ab. 1270.
1 WITH all the powers my poor heart hath
Of humble love and loyal faith,
I come, dear Lord, to worship Thee,
Whom so much Love bowed low for me.
2 0 dear memorial of that Death
Which still survives, and gives us breath!
Live ever, Bread of Life, and be
My food, my joy, my all to me!
3 Come, glorious Lord! my hopes increase,
And mix my portion with Thy peace!
Come, and forever dwell in me,
That I may only live to Thee.
4 Come, hidden life, and that long day
For which I languish, come away!
When this dry soul Thy face shall see,
And drink the unsealed Source of Thee:
5 When glory's sun faith's shade shall chase,
And for Thy veil, give me Thy face;
Then shall my praise eternal be
To the eternal Trinity!
Theophilus Dorrington. 1686. a.
From Richard Crashaw. 1646.
Tr. Thomas Aquinas. ab. 1270.
Trochaic 6, 5.
1 HUMBLY I adore Thee, blessed Savior, now;
Thee my Lord confessing, and my God, I bow.
Give me ever stronger faith in Thee above,
Give me ever stronger hope and stronger love.
20 most sweet memorial of His Death and woe,
Living Bread, which givest life to men below,
Let my spirit ever eat of Thee and live,
And the blest fruition of Thy sweetness give!
3 Jesus, whom thus veiléd I must see below,
When shall that be given which I long for so,
That at last beholding Thy uncovered face,
Thou wouldst satisfy me with Thy fullest grace?
John Mason Neale. 1851. a.
Tr. Thomas Aquinas. ab. 1270.
1 SUFFERING Savior, Lamb of God,
How hast Thou been uséd!
With the Almighty's wrathful rod
Soul and body bruiséd!
2 We, for whom Thou once wast slain,
We, whose sins did pierce Thee,
Now commemorate Thy pain,
And implore Thy mercy.
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