

1. Sing, my tongue, the Savior's glory,
Of his flesh the myst'ry sing;
Of the blood, all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King,
Destined for the world's redemption,
From a noble womb to spring.
2. Of a pure and spotless virgin
Born for us on Earth below,
He, as God with humans mingling,
Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow,
Then he closed in solemn order
Wondrously his life of woe.
3. On the night of that Last Supper,
Seated with his chosen band,
He, the Paschal victim eating,
First fulfills the Law's command,
Then as food to his apostles
Gives himself with his own hand.
4. Now in adoration coming
To the sacred Host we hail;
Lo! o'er ancient forms departing,
Newer rites of grace prevail;
Faith, for all defects supplying,
Where the feeble senses fail.
Source: Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship #191
First Line: | Sing, my tongue, the Savior's glory, Of His flesh the mystery sing |
Author: | Thomas Aquinas |
Translator: | Edward Caswall |
Meter: | 8.7.8.7.8.7 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |