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I devoutly adore you, O hidden Deity,
Truly hidden beneath these appearances.
My whole heart submits to you,
And in contemplating you,
it surrenders itself completely.
Sight, touch, taste are all deceived
in their judgement of you,
But hearing suffices firmly to believe.
I believe all that the
Son of God has spoken;
There is nothing truer than
this word of truth.
On the cross
only the divinity was hidden,
But here the humanity is also hidden.
I believe and confess both,
And ask for what
the repentant thief asked.
I do not see the wounds as Thomas did,
But I confess that you are my God.
Make me believe more and more in you,
Hope in you, and love you.
O memorial of our Lord's death!
Living bread that gives life to man,
Grant my soul to live on you,
And always to savor your sweetness.
Lord Jesus, Good Pelican,
wash me clean with your blood,
One drop of which can free
the entire world of all its sins.
Jesus, whom now I see hidden,
I ask you to fulfill what I so desire:
That the sight of your face
being unveiled I may have the
happiness of seeing your glory.
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