Pange Lingua

Sing, my tongue

Pange Lingua

Sing, my tongue, the mystery of the glorious bodyPange lingua gloriosi corporis mysterium
And of the precious blood, which price of the worldSanguinisque pretiosi quem in mundi pretium
The fruit of the noble womb, the King of nations shed.Fructus ventris generosi rex effudit gentium.

Given to us, born for us, from the untouched VirginNobis datus nobis natus ex intacta virgine
And having lived in the world, having scattered the seed of the WordEt en mundi conversatus sparso verbi semine
He closed His stay with a wondrous order.Sui moras incolatus miro clausit ordine.

On the night of the Last Supper, reclining with His brothersIn supremae nocte coenaz recumbeus cum fratibus
Having observed the law fully, with the legal foodsObservata lege plene cibis in legalibus
The crowd of twelve received the bread from His own hands.Cibum turbae duodenaz se dat suis manibus.

To the Father and the Son be praise and joyGenitori genitoque laus et jubilatio
Salvation, honor, virtue, and also blessing.Salus honor virtus quoque sit et benedictio.

Sing, my tongue, the mystery of the glorious body.Pange lingua gloriosi corporis mysterium.