“SINCE the body he had assumed was about to be taken away from their bodily sight, and was about to be carried to the stars, it was necessary that, on the day of His last supper, He should consecrate for us the sacrament of His body and blood, so that what, as a price, was offered once should, through a mystery, be worshipped unceasingly.”

—- St. Eusebius

Pange Ligua Gloriosi

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 Pascal victim eating, First fulfills the Law’s command;
Then as Food to 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.

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.

To the everlasting Father, And the Son who reigns on high,
With the Holy Ghost proceeding Forth from Each eternally,
Be salvation, honor, blessing, Might and endless majesty. Amen.

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