in golden chalice enclosed for me
that through the vast wilderness of exile
I may pass - pure, immaculate, undefiled
O grant...
that through the power of Your Love
this might come to be
O Blessed Host...
take up Your dwelling within my soul
O Thou, my heart’s purest Love
with Your brilliance
the darkness dispel
refuse not Your grace
to a humble heart
O Blessed Host...
enchantment of all heaven
though Your beauty be veiled
and captured in a crumb of bread
strong faith
tears away that veil
[Diary of St. Faustina, 159]
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