I

O Lord of bounty, let this bread

Be Thy pure Body unto me;

And let the wine in symbol poured,

Tell of the glorious Mystery;—

O let me here Thy presence feel;

And all my sins in mercy heal.

II

I am not worthy to partake

Of Thy pure Body, gracious Lord;

Nor of the Blood so freely shed

By Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word;

Yet grant Thy presence unto me,

And let me now commune with Thee.