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 But in both believing and confessing, ,

Ask I what the dying thief of Thee implored.

Though Thy Wounds, like Thomas, I behold not now,

Thee my confessing, and my, I bow:

Give me ever stronger faith in Thee above,

Give me ever stronger hope and stronger love.

O most sweet memorial of His death and woe,

Living Bread, Which givest life to man below,

Let my spirit ever eat of Thee and live,

And the blest fruition of Thy sweetness give!

Pelican of Mercy,, and ,

Cleanse me, wretched sinner, in Thy Precious Blood:

Blood, whereof one drop for humankind outpoured

Might from all transgression have the world restored.

, Thou, Whom thus veil'd, I must see below,

When shall that be given which I long for so,

That at last beholding Thy uncovered Face,

Thou wouldst satisfy me with Thy fullest grace?