Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore. Masked by these bare shadows, shape, and nothing more. See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart, lost, all in wonder, at the God thou art. Seeing, touching, tasting are in thee deceived. How says trusty hearing? That shall be believed; what God’s son has told me, take for truth I do. Truth himself speaks truly or there’s nothing true. On the cross thy Godhood made no sign to men, here thy very manhood steals from human ken. Both are my confession, both are my belief, and I pray the prayer of the dying thief. I am not like Thomas, wounds I cannot see, but I can plainly call thee Lord and God as he. This faith each day deeper be my holding of. Daily make me harder hope and dearer love. Oh thou our reminder of Christ crucified, living bread the life of us for whom he died. Lend this life to me then, feed and feast my mind, there be thou the sweetness man was meant to find. Bring the tender tale true of the pelican, bathe me, Jesu Lord, in what thy bosom ran, blood that but one drop of has the world to win, all the world forgiveness of its world of sin. Jesu whom I look at shrouded here below, I beseech thee send me what I thirst for so, some day to gaze on thee face to face in light, and be blest forever with thy glory’s sight.

– “Adoro te Devote,” Hymn by St. Thomas Aquinas