The Mystery of the Mass


What celebrations here and now take place 

Doth give us weighty cause for Christian joy.

For from this source doth flow God’s saving grace,

Which we for our salvation may employ.


But lo, what is this sacred mystery

Which hath such great esteem in Christian hearts?

What is the meaning of this liturgy,

Which hath in Christian lives so large a part?


Indeed, the tale behind this sacred prayer,

Upon which Christians spend their every breath;

What we do celebrate on this affair

Is nothing but the mystery of death.


Ah yes, but why so grim a thing, you ask?

What law doth bind us to so sad a feast?

Whence comes this great and weighty task

Of celebrating that which man loves least?


The story of salvation hath its source, 

Not in mere lowly labors wrought by man,

(For man hath not the power nor the force)

But in the action of the God-made-man.


The work of man alone doth not suffice

To bring him to the end for which he’s made.

But if be made a Godly sacrifice,

‘Tis then at last that man can e’er be saved.


For Adam didst incur the wrath of God,

Offense against a justice infinite.

From that time forward, man was ever flawed,

His pow’r to save himself, inadequate.


In this most sacred rite which you behold

Are gathered all the fruits of God’s good grace.

For here a thing occurs of worth untold:

The sacrifice which saved the human race.


That gruesome death upon the altar-cross,

Didst win for man a glory radiant.

By taking on Himself so great a loss,

Christ gained for man a splendor eminent.


And thus Christ’s pain and passion, unsurpassed,

Gave cause for saintly joy, the greater still.

‘Tis this we celebrate at Holy Mass:

That Christ our retribution didst fulfill.

By The Maestro

(Read more writings from The Maestro at A Foretaste of Wisdom