Pangue Lingua

Pange, lingua, gloriosi
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Corporis mysterium,
of His Flesh, the mystery sing;
Sanguinisque pretiosi,
of the Blood, all price exceeding,
quem in mundi pretium
shed by our Immortal King,
fructus ventris generosi
destined, for the world's redemption,
Rex effudit Gentium.
from a noble Womb to spring.

Nobis datus, nobis natus
Of a pure and spotless Virgin
ex intacta Virgine,
born for us on earth below,
et in mundo conversatus,
He, as Man, with man conversing,
sparso verbi semine,
stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;
sui moras incolatus
then He closed in solemn order
miro clausit ordine.
wonderously His Life of woe.

In supremae nocte coenae
On the night of that Last Supper,
recumbens cum fratribus
seated with His chosen band,
observata lege plene
He, the Paschal Victim eating,
cibis in legalibus,
first fulfils the Law's command;
cibum turbae duodenae
then as Food to His Apostles
se dat suis manibus.
gives Himself with His own Hand.

Lyrics by St. Thomas Aquinas