Of the Glorious Body Telling

Of the glo­ri­ous body tell­ing

O my tongue

its mys­ter­ies sing.

And the blood

all price ex­cell­ing

Which the world’s eter­nal King

In a no­ble womb once dwell­ing

Shed for this world’s ran­som­ing.

Given for us

for us des­cend­ing

Of a vir­gin to pro­ceed

Man with man in con­verse blend­ing

Scattered He the Gos­pel seed

Till His so­journ drew to end­ing

Which He closed in glo­ri­ous deed.

At the last great sup­per ly­ing

Circled by His breth­ren’s ba­nd

Meekly with the law com­ply­ing

First he fin­ished the com­mand

Then

im­mor­tal food sup­ply­ing

Gave Him­self with His own hand.

Word made flesh

by word He mak­eth

Very bread His flesh to be;

Man in wine Christ’s blood par­tak­eth:

And if sens­es fail to see

Faith alone the true heart wak­eth

To be­hold the mys­te­ry.

Therefore we

be­fore Him bend­ing

This great sac­ra­ment rev­ere;

Types and sha­dows have their end­ing

For the new­er rite is here;

Faith

our out­ward sense be­friend­ing

Makes the in­ward vi­sion clear.

Glory let us give

and bless­ing

To the Fa­ther

and the Son;

Honor

might

and praise ad­dress­ing

While eter­nal ag­es run;

Ever too His love con­fess­ing

Who

from both

with both is one.