Sing His glory without measure,
For the merit of your Treasure
Never shall your praises fill.

Wondrous theme of mortal singing,
Living Bread and Bread life-bringing.
Sing we on this joyful day:

At the Lord's own table given
To the twelve as Bread from Heaven,
Doubting not we firmly say.

Sing His praise with voice sonorous;
Every heart shall hear the chorus
Swell in melody sublime:

For this day the Shepherd gave us
Flesh and blood to feed and save us,
Lasting to the end of time.

At the new King's sacred table,
The new Law's new Pasch is able
To succeed the ancient Rite:

Old to new its place hath given,
Truth has far the shadows driven,
Darkness flees before the Light.

And as He hath done and planned it-
"Do this"-hear His love command it,
"For a memory of me."

Learned, Lord in Your own science,
Bread and wine, in sweet compliance,
As a Host we offer You.

Thus in faith the Christian heareth:
That Christ's Flesh as bread appeareth,
And as wine His Precious Blood:

Though we feel it not nor see it,
Living Faith that doth decree it
All defects of sense makes good.

Lo! beneath the species dual
(Signs not things), is hid a jewel
Far beyond creation's reach!

Though His Flesh as food abideth,
And His Blood as drink-He hideth
Undivided under each.

Whoso eateth It can never
Break the Body, rend or sever;
Christ entire our hearts doth fill:

Thousands eat the Bread of Heaven,
Yet as much to one is given:
Christ, though eaten, bideth still.

God and bad, they come to greet Him:
Unto life the former eat Him,
And the latter unto death;

These find death and those find heaven;
See, from the same life-seed given,
How the harvest differeth!

When at last the Bread is broken,
Doubt not what the Lord hath spoken:
In each part the same love token,
The same Christ, our hearts adore:

For no power the Thing divideth-
'Tis the symbols He provideth,
While the Saviour still abideth
Undimished as before.

Hail, angelic Bread of Heaven,
Now the pilgrim's hoping-leaven,
Yea, the Bread to children given
That to dogs must not be thrown:

In the figures contemplated,
'Twas with Isaac immolated,
By the Lamb 'twas antedated,
In the Manna it was known.

O Good Shepherd, still confessing
Love, in spite of our transgressing,-
Here Your blessed Food possessing,
Make us share Your every blessing
In the land of life and love:

Thou, whose power hath all completed
And Your Flesh as Food hath meted,
Make us, at Your table seated,
By Your Saints, as friends be greeted,
In Your paradise above.