And bids us view His pierced hands;
Points to the wounded feet and side,
Blest emblems of the Crucified.
When, at His table, sits the Lord!
The wine how rich, the bread how sweet,
When Jesus deigns the guests to meet!
We see the signs, but see not Him;
Oh, may His love the scales displace,
And bid us see Him face to face!
Thy present smile Thy grace imparts!
Oh, lift the veil, if veil there be,
Let every saint Thy glory see!