Here I sink before thee lowly,

Filled with gladness deep and holy,

As with trembling awe and wonder

On thy mighty work I ponder—

On this banquet’s mystery,

On the depths we can not see:

Far beyond all mortal sight

Lie the secrets of thy might.

2 Sun, who all my life dost brighten!

Light, who dost my soul enlighten!

Joy, the sweetest man e’er knoweth!

Fount, whence all my being floweth!

Humbly draw I near to thee;

Grant that I may worthily

Take this blesséd heavenly food,

To thy praise, and to my good.

3 Jesus, Bread of Life from heaven,

Never be thou vainly given,

Nor I to my hurt invited;

Be thy love with love requited;

Let me learn its depths indeed,

While on thee my soul doth feed;

Let me, here so richly blest,

Be hereafter, too, thy guest.