O Lord in this great mystery,
Take this our bread and wine,
And make of these two humble things
Yourself our Lord divine.

As wheat and drink become our light,
Our altar bears your might,
O Lord, we offer you the gits,
That lie before your sight.

This host shall bear divinity,
Infinity this cup;
The myst'ry fills our souls with love,
O Holy Majesty.

You are the same, our Christ and Lord,
Who blessed the upper room.
You are the God who died and rose
Triumphant from the tomb.