This translation was made by English Roman Catholic poet and priest (Jesuit) Gerald Manley Hopkins SJ (1844-1889).
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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.
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- Plainchant, Mode V
- NOËL NOUVELET - a 16th century Christmas carol tune
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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.
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