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PANGE, lingua, gloriosi, Corporis mysterium, Sanguinisque pretiosi,
Quem in mundi pretium, Fructus ventris generosi,
Rex effudit gentium.
Nobis datus, nobis natus Ex intacta Virgine,
Et in mundo conversatus,
Sparso verbi semine, Sui moras incolatus Miro clausit ordine.
In supremae nocte coenae,
Recumbens cum fratribus, Observata lege plene
Cibis in legalibus, Cibum turbae duodenae Se dat suis manibus.

SING, my tongue, the
Savior's glory;
Of His Flesh the mystery sing;
Of His 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 to all His brethren
Gives Himself with His own Hand.