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 gifts,
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