I adore you with love, hidden God, who under these species is present. I give you my heart entirely, in your contemplation weakened.
Sight, touch, taste, know nothing; only in what the ear knows is there to believe. I believe in all that the Son of God came to say: nothing more true can be than the Word of Truth itself.
In the cross was hidden the divinity; here also is humanity. And, however, I believe and I confess, that both are here in reality; and what the good thief asked, I ask.
I do not see the wounds, like Thomas, but I confess to you, my God and my Lord. Make me have more and more faith in you, a greater hope and more love.
O memorial of the death of the Lord! O living bread that gives life to man! May my soul always live from you! May your taste always be sweet to it!
O sweet pelican! O good Jesus! Wash me with your blood, me, impure, with that blood, of which a single drop can save the whole world from sin.
Jesus, whom I contemplate hidden now, give me what I anxiously desire: to see you face to face, in your glory, and in glory contemplate you eternally. Amen.
