1  Amidst us our Beloved stands,

    And bids us view His piercèd hands;

    Points to the wounded feet and side,

    Blest emblems of the Crucified.

 2  What food luxurious loads the board

    When, at His table, sits the Lord!

    The wine how rich, the bread how sweet,

    When Jesus deigns the guests to meet!

 3  If now, with eyes defiled and dim,

    We see the signs, but see not Him;

    Oh, may His love the scales displace,

    And bid us see Him face to face!

 4  Thou glorious Bridegroom of our hearts,

    Thy present smile Thy grace imparts!

    Oh, lift the veil, if veil there be,

    Let every saint Thy glory see!