A hymn for Holy Week (a little late)
On the night before he suffered,
Seated with his chosen band,
Jesus when they all had feasted;
Faithful to the Law's command,
Far more precious food provided;
Gave himself with his own hand.
Word made flesh, true bread of heaven,
By his word made flesh to be,
From the wine his blood is taken,
Though our senses can not see,
Faith alone which is unshaken
Shows pure hearts the mystery.
Therefore we, before him falling,
This great sacrament revere;
Ancient forms are now departed,
For new acts of grace are here,
Faith our feeble senses aiding,
Makes the Savior's presence clear.