Humby I Adore Thee, Hidden Deity

Humbly I adore Thee, hidden Deity,
Which beneath these figures art concealed from me;
Wholly in submission Thee my spirit hails,
For in contemplating Thee it wholly fails.

Taste and touch and vision in Thee are deceived:
But the hearing only may be well believed:
I believe whatever God’s own Son declared:
Nothing can be truer than Truth’s very Word.

On the Cross lay hidden but Thy Deity:
Here is also hidden Thy Humanity:
But in both believing and confessing, Lord,
Ask I what the dying thief of Thee implored.

Though Thy Wounds, like Thomas, I behold not now,
Thee my Lord confessing, and my God, I bow:
Let my spirit ever eat of Thee and live,
And the blest fruition of Thy sweetness give!

O most sweet memorial of His death and woe,
Living Bread, which givest life to man below,
Let my spirit every eat of Thee and live,
And the blest fruition of Thy sweetness give!

Pelican of mercy, Jesus, Lord and God,
Cleanse me, wretched sinner, in Thy Precious Blood:
Blood , whereof one drop for humankind outpoured
Might from all transgression have the world restored.

Jesus, Thou, Whom thus veil’d, I must see below,
When shall that be given which I long for so,
That at last beholding Thy uncover’d Face,
Thou wouldst satisfy me with Thy fullest grace?

Words: St. Thomas Aquinas, 13th Century; tr. John Mason Neale, 1867.
Tune:Adoro Te Devote” traditional chant melody.

Here is a more recent version found in Anglican hymnals which seems to be a beautiful reworking of Neale’s translation:

Humbly I adore Thee, Verity unseen,
Who Thy glory hidest ‘neath these shadows mean;
Lo, to Thee surrendered, my whole heart is bowed,
Tranced as it beholds Thee, shrined within the cloud.

Taste, and touch, and vision, to discern Thee fail;
Faith, that comes by hearing, pierces through the veil.
I believe whate’er the Son of God hath told;
What the Truth hath spoken, that for truth I hold.

On the Cross lay hidden by thy Deity,
Here is hidden also Thy Humanity:
But in both believing and confessing, Lord,
Ask I what the dying thief of Thee implored.

Thy dread wounds, like Thomas, though I cannot see,
His be my confession, Lord and God, of Thee,
Make my faith unfeigned ever-more increase,
Give me hope unfading, love that cannot cease.

O memorial wondrous of the Lord’s own death;
Living Bread, that givest all Thy creatures breath,
Grant my spirit ever by Thy life may live,
To my taste Thy sweetness never-failing give.

Pelican of mercy, Jesus, Lord and God,
Cleanse me, wretched sinner, in Thy Precious Blood:
Blood where one drop for human-kind outpoured
Might from all transgression have the world restored.

Jesus, whom now veiled, I by faith descry,
What my soul doth thirst for, do not, Lord, deny,
That thy face unveiled, I at last may see,
With the blissful vision blest, my God, of Thee. Amen

The original Latin text of this hymn may be found here.

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musings of a young Catholic aspiring to be faithful to his Lord and God Jesus Christ through His Holy Catholic Church
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