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Post by clusium on Mar 29, 2024 1:39:34 GMT
SING MY TONGUE THE SAVIOUR'S GLORY (PANGE LINGUA)
BY
ST. THOMAS AQUINAS
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 man, with us conversing, 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 the disciples Gives himself with his own hand. 4 Word made flesh, the bread of nature By his word to flesh he turns; Wine into his blood he changes: What though sense no change discerns? Only be the heart in earnest, Faith its lesson quickly learns. 5 Down in adoration falling, This great sacrament we hail; Over ancient forms of worship Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith tells us that Christ is present, When our human senses fail. 6 To the everlasting Father, And the Son who made us free, And the Spirit, God proceeding From them each eternally, Be salvation, honor, blessing, Might and endless majesty. Amen.
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Post by clusium on Mar 29, 2024 1:40:57 GMT
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