1 

Amidst us our Beloved stands,

And bids us view His pierc�d 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!