Pange Lingua / Sing, My Tongue

By St. Thomas Aquinas

Latin 

Pange lingua gloriósi 
Córporis Mystérium,
Sanguinisque pretiósi,
Quem in mundi prétium,
Fructus ventris generósi
Rex effúdit géntium.

Nobis datus, nobis natus,
Ex intácta Virgine
Et in mundo conversátus,
Sparso verbi sémine,
Sui moras incolátus,
Miro clausit órdine. 

In suprémae nocte coenae,
Recúmbens cum frátribus,
Observáta lege plene,
Cibis in legálibus,
Cibum turbae duodénae,
Se dat suis ménibus. 

Verbum caro panem verum
Verbo carnem éfficit:
Fitque Sanguis Christi merum,
Et si sensus déficit,
Ad firmándum cor cinsérum
Sola fides súfficit.

English Translation

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of His flesh the mystery sing;
Of the blood all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King.
Destined for the world's redemption.
From a noble womb to spring.

Of a pure and spotless virgin,
Born for us on earth below,
He, as man with man conversing,
Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He closed in solemn order
Wondrously His life of woe.

On the night of that last supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He the paschal victim eating,
First fulfils the law's command;
Then, as food of all His brethren,
Gives Himself with His own hand.

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 her lesson quickly learns.