Scripture Verse

He took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying This is My body given for you; do this in remembrance of Me. Luke 22:19


Edward Caswall (1814–1878)
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Tho­mas Aqui­nas (1227–1274) (Pan­ge ling­ua glo­ri­osi cor­po­ris mys­te­ri­um). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Ed­ward Cas­wall, Ly­ra Ca­tho­li­ca, 1849.

Music: St. Tho­mas (Webbe) Sam­uel Webbe, 1792 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740–1816)


Sing, my tongue, the Sav­ior’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.

Of a pure and spot­less vir­gin,
Born for us, His love to show,
He, as man, with man con­vers­ing,
Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He closed in won­drous fa­shion,
This His life on earth below.

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 all His breth­ren
Gives Him­self with His own hand.

Christ, the Word made flesh, by speak­ing,
Earthly bread to flesh He turns;
Wine be­comes His blood so pre­cious—
Unconceived in hu­man terms!
Hearts sin­cere per­ceive this mar­vel;
Faith its lessons quick­ly learns.

Down in ado­ra­tion fall­ing,
This great sac­ra­ment we hail;
Over an­cient forms of wor­ship
Newer rites of grace pre­vail;
Faith tells us that Christ is pre­sent
When our hu­man sens­es fail.

To the ev­er­last­ing Fa­ther,
And the Son who made us free,
And the Spir­it, God pro­ceed­ing,
From them each eter­nal­ly,
Be sal­va­tion, hon­or, bless­ing,
Might and end­less ma­jes­ty.