This is the text of this hymn as it appeared in the Second Edition of William Chatterton Dix’s “Altar Songs.” He gives it the heading “Corpus Christi, or Eucharist Thursday. The House of Bread.”
Jesus, True God, True Man, we adore Thee;
Veiled though Thy Presence, we worship Thee here;
True Bread of Angels, we fall down before Thee,
Now the blest moment has brought Thee so near.
Thou dost descend, but no awful thunder
Bending the Heavens o’erwhelms us with dread;
Silently, filling our spirits with wonder
Thou dost stoop down to us, Life-giving Bread.
Vision of Peace and Source of all Pity,
Praise of the Angels and Fountain of Love,
Thou art the Gate of the Heavenly City,
Glory of Saints in the mansions above.
Now at Thy Shrine Thou liest before us,
Who for us sinners sought pure Mary’s breast;
Sweetly is ringing the Angels’ glad chorus,
Bethlehem, true House of Bread, is our rest.
Here Precious Blood for sin is still flowing,
Sealing forgiveness and making us pure;
Thou in the gift of Thyself art bestowing
Grace to endeavour and strength to endure.
Now may we cry while kneeling before Thee
Lifting our hearts to the Father’s dread Throne,
Look on the Face of Christ, we implore Thee,
Spare our transgressions, our Sacrifice own.
Jesus, all hail! Redeemer most holy,
Thee we adore at Thy own Altar-Shrine;
Keep evermore our hearts pure and lowly,
Meet for Thy Presence, O Victim Divine.
Words: William Chatterton Dix, 1867.