Dend IX. Sang
The Invitation to the Feast
The believer approaches the altar to receive the body and blood of Christ in the holy sacrament.
O Jesus, at your altar food, with the faith of my heart, with prayer and offering, I kneel before God's sweet Lamb, who bears all the world's sin and shame. With my heart, I offer myself to you, where sin cuts and wounds deeply, while, Jesus, your wounded Body will fill them with healing balm. Today, I am at my Jesus' feast; O soul, consider this great celebration. He invites you to the table with Him, and yes, He feeds you with Himself. Here He offers me under the Bread His Body, which suffered the Death of the Cross, and under the Wine His Blood of the Rose, that precious flood of Grace. Eat, drink, and be glad at heart with this food that’s more than angel’s fare, and for this cup, which no angel ever drank, give thanks to Jesus.
Faith Beyond the Senses
The believer affirms that the mystery of the sacrament is received through faith rather than human understanding.
I believe and know what I receive here, even beyond my senses! I receive my Jesus completely, and from Him alone I am satisfied. I see, O God’s angels, here below, and I honor the mystery that Jesus, at God’s right hand, is present here in the bond of the Testament. There is joy in Him, a sweet joy; here He is in the blessed bread. There is strength in His honor; here in the blessed juice of the wine. How it happens, I don't know; He hasn't wanted to show me the way. My senses shouldn't be led astray so high; it's enough for me to trust His word. So rejoice, my soul and spirit, that even the humble hand of God's servant can reach you with this blessed gift, in which God has bound Himself to you.
The Sustenance of the Soul
The sacrament is described as the foundational strength, comfort, and eternal hope for the believer's life.
That table is the strength of my soul; there I receive the heavenly essence of life. It is the root of my heart's strength; it is my comfort, my faith, my spirit. This table is set by the mouth of Truth, for the firm foundation of salvation; it is my hope that sustains me, my life and joy eternally. O Jesus, let me never depart From this table where you are present. I cast aside all the world, And I long always to return there. Until you will move me in Heaven up to you, where I shall receive eternal honor, and I have enough in you to see.
Read the original Latin
O JEsu, paa din Alter-food Med Hiertens Troo, med Bøn og Bood Jeg knæler for Guds søde Lam, Som bær ald Verdens Synd og Skam.
Mit Hierte jeg til dig frembær, Hvor Synden skaar og skrammer skiær, Mens, JEsu, din dend saared Krop Skal fylde dem med Salver op.
Jeg er i Dag min JEsu Giest, O Siæl, betænck dend høye Fest, Hand byder dig til Bords med sig, Ja med sig selv bespiser dig.
Her rekker hand mig under Brød Sit legem, som leed Korsens Død, Og under Viin sit Rosens Blood Dend dyre Naadis Purpur-flood.
Æd, drik og vær af Hiertet glad Ved denne meer end Engle-mad, Og for dend Skaal siig JEsu Tak, Som aldrig nogen Engel drak.
Jeg troer og veed hvad jeg her faar, Endog min Sands der ofvergaar! Jeg faar min JEsum gandske slæt Og af ham selv jeg bliver mæt.
Seer, I GUds Engle, seer herned Og ærer dend Hemmelighed, At JEsus hos GUds høyre Haand Er her i Testamentets Baand.
Der er hand udi Glæden sød, Her er hand i velsigned Brød, Der er hand i sin Æriss Kraft, Her i Vjndruens signed Saft.
Hvordan det skeer det veed jeg ey, Hand har ey vildet viist dend Vey, Min Sands saa høyt sig ey bør snoo, Det er mig nok, hans Ord at troo.
Saa fryd dig da min Siæl og Aand, At dog GUds Tieners ringe Haand, Maa rekke dig det salig Pant, Hvor i sig GUd til dig forbandt.
Det Bord det er min Siælis Kraft, Der faar jeg Livets Himmel-saft, Det er mit Hiertis styrckis Rood, Det er min Trøst, min Troo, mit Mood.
Det Bord er bridt ved Sandheds Mund, Til Salighedens faste Grund, Det er mit Haab som qveger mig, Mit Liv og Lyst ævindelig.
O JEsu, lad mig aldrig gaa Fra dette Bord, hvor du est paa, Jeg kaster jo ald Verden hen, Og længis altjd did igien.
Indtil du mig i Himmerrjg Forflytte vil hen op til Dig, Hvor mig skal ævig Ære skee, Og jeg har nok i Dig at see.
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