4. Thou say’st: “This is My body; eat And orally receive Me. This is My blood; drink all of it And henceforth never leave Me.” What Thou hast spoken true must be; Thou art almighty, and with Thee Impossible is nothing. 5. Although my reason cannot see How in so many places Thy body at one time may be, Yet faith Thy Word embraces. How it can be I leave to Thee; Thy Word alone sufficeth me, For Thou wilt that we trust it. 6. Lord, I believe in simple trust, Strength in my weakness give me, For I am naught but sinful dust, Nor of Thy Word bereave me! Thy Baptism, Supper, and Thy Word My consolation are, O Lord, For they contain my treasure. 7. Grant that we worthily receive Thy Supper, Lord, our Savior, That for our sins we truly grieve And prove by our behavior That we obtained Thy saving grace And trust in it throughout our days; Then will our life be godly. 8. For Thy consoling Supper, Lord, Be praised throughout all ages! Preserve it, for with one accord The world against it rages. Grant that Thy body and Thy blood May be my comfort and sweet food In my last moments. Amen. S. Kinner, 1638; E. Cronenwett, tr., 1880. 437 L. M. An awful mystery is here To challenge faith and waken fear; The Savior comes as food divine, Concealed in earthly bread and wine. 2. This world is loveless—but above, What wondrous boundlessness of love! The King of Glory stoops to me My spirit’s Life and Strength to be. 3. In consecrated wine and bread No eye perceives the mystery dread; But Jesus’ words are strong and clear: “My body and My blood are here.” 4. How dull are all the powers of sense, Employed on proofs of love immense! The richest food remains unseen, And highest gifts appear how mean! 5. But here we have no boon on earth, And faith alone discerns its worth; The Word, not sense, must be our guide And faith assure, since sight’s denied. 6. Lord, show us still that Thou art good And grant us evermore this food; Give faith to ev’ry wav’ring soul And make each wounded spirit whole. M. Loy, 1880. 438 L. M. Invited, Lord, by boundless grace, I stood a guest before Thy face; As host Thou spread’st no common food; Here is Thy body and Thy blood! 2. How holy is this Sacrament, Where pardon, peace, and life are spent! This bread and cup my lips have pressed; Thou blessedst, and my soul is blessed.