Hóstia Santa

Oh, Holy Host, you are enclosed,
for me, in a golden chalice,
chalice, in a golden chalice.
So that in the midst of the desert of exile
I may pass through pure,
immaculate, untouched, immaculate, untouched...
May the strength of your love be fulfilled.
Oh, Holy Host, reside in my soul
purest love
of my heart, of my heart...
And may your light dispel the darkness,
You will not deny grace
to the humble heart, to the humble heart...
Oh, Holy Host, delight of heaven,
although you hide your beauty.
And if you present yourself in
a crumb of bread,
Strong faith tears through that veil,
strong faith tears through that veil!