Pange Lingua
Pange lingua gloriosi corporis mysterium
Sanguinisque pretiosi quem in mundi pretium
Fructus ventris generosi rex effudit gentium.
Nobis datus nobis natus ex intacta virgine
Et en mundi conversatus sparso verbi semine
Sui moras incolatus miro clausit ordine.
In supremae nocte coenaz recumbeus cum fratibus
Observata lege plene cibis in legalibus
Cibum turbae duodenaz se dat suis manibus.
Genitori genitoque laus et jubilatio
Salus honor virtus quoque sit et benedictio.
Pange lingua gloriosi corporis mysterium.
Sing, my tongue
Sing, my tongue, the mystery of the glorious body
And of the precious blood, which price of the world
The fruit of the noble womb, the King of nations shed.
Given to us, born for us, from the untouched Virgin
And having lived in the world, having scattered the seed of the Word
He closed His stay with a wondrous order.
On the night of the Last Supper, reclining with His brothers
Having observed the law fully, with the legal foods
The crowd of twelve received the bread from His own hands.
To the Father and the Son be praise and joy
Salvation, honor, virtue, and also blessing.
Sing, my tongue, the mystery of the glorious body.