Verse 1
Th’ Unfathomable mystery!
Let others ask, how can it be:
Th’ imperishable meat
Which Thou to all wou’dst freely give,
With prostrate reverence we receive,
Thy sacred flesh we eat.
Verse 2
The Fountain of my life, and Head,
The Victim dying in my stead,
That I thy life may know,
Thyself, in various ways design’d
To quicken me and all mankind,
Thou dost on all bestow.