O Lord With Wondrous Mystery

O Lord with wondrous mystery you took
our bread and wine and make of these two
humble things yourself, Our Lord Divine.
Our wheat and drink become our light our altar
bears your awful might. O Lord we thank you
for the gift that lies before our sight
You are the same our Christ and Lord
Who blessed the supper room. You are the God
who died and rose triumphant from the tomb
This host bears your divinity. This cup contains
infinity. The mystery fill our souls with love
O Holy Majesty.

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