Eucharist

Oh, soul that yearns for consecration,

Behold, Him who makes all things new.

Drink deep and often of that free oblation

That Life Divine may live in you.

God of endless mercies, Your name is Angel-sung.

Fount of Goodness the Heavens to flood,

Pray wet this withered tongue

With a drop of your all-precious blood.

With the dust that You have formed me,

And the water that You have cleansed me,

Make mud that my eyes may see,

Your face in the bread of victory.

Christ whose Body embraces humanity,

Let not your wounded hand pass me aside.

But in the palm of this sacred Mystery,

Allow your servant to reside.