Adoro Te Devote/Godhead Here in Hiding

1.

Adóro te devóte, latens Déitas,

Quae sub his figúris vere látitas:

Tibi se cor meum totum súbjicit,

Quia te contémplans totum déficit.

2.

Visus, tactus, gustus in te fállitur,

Sed audítu solo tuto créditur:

Credo quidquid dixit Dei Fílius:

Nil hoc verbo veritátis vérius.

3.

In cruce latébat sola Déitas,

At hic latet simul et humánitas

Ambo tamen credens atque cónfitens,

Peto quod petívit latro paénitens.

4.

Plagas, sicut Thomas, non intúeor:

Deum tamen meum te confíteor:

Fac me tibi semper magis crédere,

In te spem habére, te dilígere.

5.

O memoriále mortis Dómini,

Panis vivus vitam praestans hómini,

Praesta meae menti de te vívere,

Et te illi semper dulce sápere.

6.

Pie pellicáne, Jesu Dómine,

Me immúndum munda tuo sánguine,

Cujus una stilla salvum fácere

Totum mundum quit ab omni scélere.

7.

Jesu, quem velátum nunc aspício,

Oro fiat illud quod tam sítio:

Ut te reveláta cernens fácie,

Visu sim beátus tuae glóriae.

Verses: English

1.

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.

2.

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.

3.

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 made by the dying thief.

4.

I am not like Thomas, wounds I cannot see,

But I plainly call thee Lord and God as he:

This faith each day deeper be my holding of,

Daily make me harder hope and dearer love.

5.

O thou, our reminder of the 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.

6.

Like what tender tales tell of the Pelican,

Bathe me, Jesus Lord, in what thy bosom ran--

Blood that but one drop of has the pow'r to win

All the world forgiveness of its world of sin.

7.

Jesus 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 forever with thy glory's sight.