I need want for nothing, Lord,
Because You are all.
My very being You hold dear.
You stand so close beside me
In my fear, in my weakness.

In my weakness, in my fear,
I lose hold, sliding,
Lose the bones of standing still.
But Lord, Your light is on me,
Bathes me in communion.

So the vertigo of my blood,
Calms and I feel You there,
In my hand, and on my tongue,
In Eucharistic feast.