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Sing, my tongue,
The mystery of the glorious body,
And of the precious Blood
That for the world's salvation
The fruit of a noble womb,
The king of the nations, shed.
Given to us, born to us,
From an unblemished virgin,
And having lived in the world,
Scattering the seed of the Word,
The time of his habitation
Miraculously He closed in due order.
In the night of His last supper,
Resting with His brothers,
The law being fully observed
With permitted foods,
To the group of twelve
He gave Himself as food with his own hands.
The Word in flesh true bread
By a word makes His flesh,
And also makes true wine the Blood of Christ,
And if sense is lacking,
To confirm a true heart
Faith alone suffices.
Therefore so great a Sacrament
Let us fall down and worship,
And let the old law
Give way to a new rite,
And let faith stand forward
To make good the defects of sense.
To the Father and the Son
Be praise and joy,
Health, honour and virtue
And blessing,
And to him proceeding from both
Be equal praise. Amen



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