Pange Lingua

Tell, tongue, the mystery

of the glorious Body

and of the precious Blood,

which, for the price of the world,

the fruit of a noble Womb,

the King of the Nations poured forth.

Given to us, born for us,

from the untouched Virgin,

and dwelt in the world

after the seed of the Word had been scattered.

His inhabiting ended the delays

with wonderful order.

On the night of the Last Supper,

reclining with His brethren,

once the Law had been fully observed

with the prescribed foods,

as food to the crowd of Twelve

He gives Himself with His hands.

The Word as Flesh makes true bread

into flesh by a word

and the wine becomes the Blood of Christ.

And if sense is deficient

to strengthen a sincere heart

Faith alone suffices.

Therefore, the great Sacrament

let us reverence, prostrate:

and let the old Covenant

give way to a new rite.

Let faith stand forth as substitute

for defect of the senses.

To Begetter and Begotten

be praise and jubilation,

health, honour, strength also

and blessing.

To the One who proceeds from Both

be praise as well.

Amen, Alleluia.