Corpus Christi

 Pange Lingua
by Thomas Aquinas

Sing, my tongue, of glorious
mystery of the Body,
also of the precious Blood,
in which the price of the world,
the fruit of generous womb,
the King of Nations, flowed forth. 

 For us given, for us born
from the untouched Virgin,
He dwelt in the world
after seed of the Word was sown;
his enclosure ended the wait
with marvelous order. 

 On the night of the Last Supper,
reclining with His brothers,
having fully observed the Law
with the lawful meal,
He as food to the crowd of the Twelve
gave Himself with His own hands. 

 Word made flesh, true bread
into flesh makes by His word
and wine becomes Blood of Christ.
Even if the senses fail,
to establish sincere heart
faith alone suffices. 

 Such sacrament we therefore
reverence, bowing down,
and ancient covenant
gives way to new rite:
Faith stands as supplement
to failure of the senses. 

 To Begetter and Begotten
praise and jubilation be,
strength and honor, might as well,
and also blessing be;
and to the one who proceeds from both
equally be the praise.

My very rough translation.