The Hymn

"Now, My Tongue, the Mystery Telling"

Thomas Aquinas, 1225-1274

Stanza 1
Now, my tongue, the mystery telling
Of the glorious Body sing,
And the Blood, all price excelling,
Which the Gentiles? Lord and King,
Once on earth among us dwelling,
Shed for this world?s ransoming.

Stanza 2
Given for us, and condescending
To be born for us below,
He with us in converse blending
Dwelt, the seed of truth to sow,
Till He closed with wondrous ending
His most patient life of woe.

Stanza 3 
That last night at supper lying
Mid the Twelve, His chosen band,
Jesus, with the Law complying,
Keeps the feast its rites demand;
Then, more precious food supplying,
Gives Himself with His own hand.

Stanza 4
Word made flesh, the bread He taketh,
By His word His Flesh to be;
Wine His sacred Blood He maketh,
Though the senses fails to see;
Faith alone the true heart waketh
To behold the mystery.

Stanza 5
Glory let us give and blessing
To the Father and the Son,
Honor, thanks, and praise addressing,
While eternal ages run;
Ever too His love confessing
Who from both with both is One.

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