Autor / compositor: James A. Aylward
Momento: Comunión
Tiempo litúrgico: Tiempo Ordinario
DmThee prostrate I adore, the Deity that lies
CBeneath these humble veils, concealed from human eyes;
BbMy heart doth wholly yield, subjected to Thy sway,
AFor contemplating Thee it wholly faints away.
DmThe sight, the touch, the taste, in Thee are here deceived;
CBut by the ear alone this truth is safe believed;
BbI hold whate'er the Son of God hath said to me;
AThan this blest word of truth no word can truer be.
DmI see not with mine eyes Thy wounds, as Thomas saw;
CYet own Thee for my God with equal love and awe;
BbOh grant me, that my faith may ever firmer be,
AThat all my hope and love may still repose in Thee.
DmMemorial sweet, that shows the death of my dear Lord;
CThou living bread, that life dost unto man afford;
BbOh grant, that this my soul may ever live on Thee,
AThat Thou mayst evermore its only sweetness be.
CBeneath these humble veils, concealed from human eyes;
BbMy heart doth wholly yield, subjected to Thy sway,
AFor contemplating Thee it wholly faints away.
DmThe sight, the touch, the taste, in Thee are here deceived;
CBut by the ear alone this truth is safe believed;
BbI hold whate'er the Son of God hath said to me;
AThan this blest word of truth no word can truer be.
DmI see not with mine eyes Thy wounds, as Thomas saw;
CYet own Thee for my God with equal love and awe;
BbOh grant me, that my faith may ever firmer be,
AThat all my hope and love may still repose in Thee.
DmMemorial sweet, that shows the death of my dear Lord;
CThou living bread, that life dost unto man afford;
BbOh grant, that this my soul may ever live on Thee,
AThat Thou mayst evermore its only sweetness be.
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