2Sing, my tongue! in rapture sing / The mysteries of the world's great King, / His glorious flesh, and saving blood, / Given in his love to be our food: / That blood which in his torments flowed, / To ransom sinful man bestowed.
3Bestowed by heaven on sinful earth, / A spotless virgin gave him birth; / And while he lived he scattered wide / His word's true seed on every side, / And left rich pledges of his love, / Ere he resumed his throne above.
4Surrounded by his favoured few, / That evening of his last adieu, / And fully kept the sacred rite / Ordained for that eventful night, / For food he gave himself—to prove / A sweet remembrance of his love.
5The word of solemn mystery said, / To Christ's own flesh converts the bread, / The wine the Almighty voice has heard, / His blood is present at the word; / And faith, though sense will fail us here, / Suffices to the heart sincere.
6Let us profoundly bend before / This awful mystery, and adore; / Let types of former days give way / Like darkness at the blaze of day; / And sense's failure be supplied / By faith, our firm support and guide.
7To God the Father, God the Son, / His equal, sole-begotten one, / And to the Holy Ghost we raise / Our hymns of jubilee and praise, / Salvation, power and glory be / To God who reigns eternally. Amen.
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