ADORO TE DEVOTE of SAINT THOMAS AQUINAS
 (in two translations)

LOST, ALL LOST IN WONDER

 Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,
Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart
Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.

Seeing, touching, tasting are in thee deceived:
How says trusty hearing? that shall be believed;
What God's Son has told me, take for truth I do;
Truth himself speaks truly or there's nothing true.

On the cross thy godhead made no sign to men,
Here thy very manhood steals from human ken:
 Both are my confession, both are my belief,
And I pray the prayer of the dying thief.

I am not like Thomas, wounds I cannot see,
But can plainly call thee Lord and God as he;
Let me to a deeper faith daily nearer move,
Daily make me harder hope and dearer love.

O thou our reminder of Christ crucified,
Living Bread, the life of us for whom he died,
Lend this life to me then: feed and feast my mind,
There be thou the sweetness man was meant to find.

Bring the tender tale true of the Pelican;
Bathe me, Jesu Lord, in what thy bosom ran---
Blood whereof a single drop has power to win
All the world forgiveness of its world of sin.

Jesu, whom I look at shrouded here below,
I beseech thee send me what I thirst for so,
Some day to gaze on thee face to face in light
And be blest for ever with thy glory's sight. Amen.


(translation of Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J.)

Painting by Fra Angelico

TOO MUCH LOVE!

With all the powers my poor soul hath
Of humble love and loyal faith
thus low, my God, I bow to thee,
whom too much love bowed lower for me.

Down, down, proud sense, discourses die,
and all adore faith's mystery!
Faith is my skill, faith can believe
as fast as love new laws can give.

Faith is my force, faith strength affords
to keep pace with those powerful words;
and words more sure, more sweet than they
love could not think, truth could not say.

O dear memorial of that death,
which still survives and gives us breath,
live ever, bread of life, and be
my food, my joy, my all to me.

( translation of Richard Crashaw, adpd. John Austin)

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