SING, MY TONGUE, THE SAVIOUR’S GLORY – HYMN

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SING, MY TONGUE, THE SAVIOUR’S GLORY

HYMN

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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.

II

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.

III

On the night of that Last Supper

Seated with his chosen band,

He, the paschal victim eating,

First fulfills the Law’s command;

Then as food to his apostles

Gives himself with his own hand.

IV

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.

V

Down in adoration falling,

Lo! the sacred Host we hail;

Lo! o’er ancient forms departing,

Newer rites of grace prevail;

Faith for all defects supplying,

Where the feeble senses fail.

VI

To the everlasting Father,

And the Son who reigns on high

With the Holy Spirit proceeding

Forth from Each eternally,

Be salvation, honour, blessing,

Might and endless majesty.

Amen.

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(ROMAN BREVIARY)

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