Hidden God, devoutly I adore Thee, 
  Truly present underneath these veils: 
All my heart subdues itself before Thee, 
  Since it all before Thee faints and fails.

Not to sight or taste or touch be credit, 
  Hearing only do we trust secure:
I believe, for God the Son has said it, 
  Word of truth that ever shall endure.

On the cross was veiled thy Godhead's splendor, 
  Here thy manhood lies hidden too; 
Unto both alike my faith I render,  
  And, as sued the contrite thief, I sue.

Though I look not on thy wounds, with Thomas, 
  Thee, my Lord, and Thee, my God, I call.
Make me more and more believe thy promise, 
  Hope in Thee, and love Thee over all.

O memorial of my Savior dying! 
  Living Bread, that gives life to man!
Make my soul, its life from Thee supplying, 
  Taste thy sweetness, as on earth it can.

Deign, O Jesus, Pelican of Heaven, 
  Me, a sinner, in thy blood to lave, 
To a single drop of which is given 
  All the world from all its sin to save.

Contemplating, Lord, thy hidden presence, 
  Grant me what I thirst for and implore, 
In the revelation of thy essence, 
  To behold Thy glory evermore.