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My meditation shall be sweet.
Psalm 104:34.
Here I sink before thee lowly,
Filled with gladness deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On thy mighty work I ponder—
On this banquet’s mystery,
On the depths we can not see:
Far beyond all mortal sight
Lie the secrets of thy might.
2 Sun, who all my life dost brighten!
Light, who dost my soul enlighten!
Joy, the sweetest man e’er knoweth!
Fount, whence all my being floweth!
Humbly draw I near to thee;
Grant that I may worthily
Take this blesséd heavenly food,
To thy praise, and to my good.
3 Jesus, Bread of Life from heaven,
Never be thou vainly given,
Nor I to my hurt invited;
Be thy love with love requited;
Let me learn its depths indeed,
While on thee my soul doth feed;
Let me, here so richly blest,
Be hereafter, too, thy guest.