1. Now, my tongue, the mystery telling

of the glorious Body sing,

and the Blood, all price excelling,

which the Gentiles’ Lord and King,

once on earth among us dwelling,

shed for this world’s ransoming.

2. Given for us, and condescending

to be born for us below,

he with us in converse blending

dwelt, the seed of truth to sow,

till he closed with wondrous ending

his most patient life of woe.

3. That last night at supper lying

mid the twelve, his chosen band,

Jesus, with the Law complying,

keeps the feast its rites demand;

then, more precious food supplying,

gives himself with his own hand.

4. Word made flesh, the bread he taketh,

by his word his Flesh to be;

wine his sacred Blood he maketh,

though the senses fail to see;

faith alone the true heart waketh

to behold the mystery.

*5. Therefore we, before him bending,

this great Sacrament revere;

types and shadows have their ending,

for the newer rite is here;

faith, our outward sense befriending,

makes our inward vision clear.

*6. Glory let us give and blessing

to the Father and the Son,

honor, thanks and praise addressing,

while eternal ages run;

ever too his love confessing

who from both with both is One.