| Lauda Sion SalvatóremLauda ducem et pastóremIn hymnis et cánticis.
 Quantum potes, tantum aude:Quia major omni laude,Nec laudáre súfficis.
 Laudis thema speciális,Panis vivus et vitális,Hódie propónitur.
 Quem in sacræ mensa cœnæ,Turbæ fratrum duodénæDatum non ambígitur.
 Sit laus plena, sit sonóra,Sit jucúnda, sit decóraMentis jubilátio.
 Dies enim solémnis ágitur,In qua mensæ prima recóliturHujus institútio.
 In hac mensa novi Regis,Novum Pascha novæ legis,Phase vetus términat.
 Vetustátem nóvitas,Umbram fugat véritas,Noctem lux elíminat.
 Quod in cœna Christus gessit,Faciéndum hoc expréssitIn sui memóriam.
 Docti sacris institútis,Panem, vinum, in salútisConsecrámus hóstiam.
 Dogma datur Christiánis,Quod in carnem transit panis,Et vinum in sánguinem.
 Quod non capis, quod non vides,Animósa firmat fides,Præter rerum ordinem.
 Sub divérsis speciébus,Signis tantum, et non rebus,Latent res exímiæ.
 Caro cibus, sanguis potus:Manet tamen Christus totus,Sub utráque spécie.
 A suménte non concísus,Non confráctus, non divísus:Integer accípitur.
 Sumit unus, sumunt mille:Quantum isti, tantum ille:Nec sumptus consúmitur.
 Sumunt boni, sumunt mali:Sorte tamen inæquáli,Vitæ vel intéritus.
 Mors est malis, vita bonis:Vide paris sumptiónisQuam sit dispar éxitus.
 Fracto demum Sacraménto,Ne vacílles, sed memento,Tantum esse sub fragménto,Quantum toto tégitur.
 Nulla rei fit scissúra:Signi tantum fit fractúra:Qua nec status nec statúraSignáti minúitur.
 Ecce panis Angelórum,Factus cibus viatórum:Vere panis filiórum,Non mitténdus cánibus.
 In figúris præsignátur,Cum Isaac immolátur:Agnus paschæ deputáturDatur manna pátribus.
 Bone pastor, panis vere,Jesu, nostri miserére:Tu nos pasce, nos tuére:Tu nos bona fac vidéreIn terra vivéntium.
 Tu, qui cuncta scis et vales:Qui nos pascis hic mortáles:Tuos ibi commensáles,Cohærédes et sodáles,Fac sanctórum cívium.Amen. Allelúja.
 | Sion, lift up thy voice and sing:Praise thy Savior and thy King,Praise with hymns thy shepherd true.
 All thou canst, do thou endeavour:Yet thy praise can equal neverSuch as merits thy great King.
 See today before us laidThe living and life-giving Bread,Theme for praise and joy profound.
 The same which at the sacred boardWas, by our incarnate Lord,Giv'n to His Apostles round.
 Let the praise be loud and high:Sweet and tranquil be the joyFelt today in every breast.
 On this festival divineWhich records the originOf the glorious Eucharist.
 On this table of the King,Our new Paschal offeringBrings to end the olden rite.
 Here, for empty shadows fled,Is reality instead,Here, instead of darkness, light.
 His own act, at supper seatedChrist ordain'd to be repeatedIn His memory divine;
 Wherefore now, with adoration,We, the host of our salvation,Consecrate from bread and wine.
 Hear, what holy Church maintaineth,That the bread its substance changethInto Flesh, the wine to Blood.
 Doth it pass thy comprehending?Faith, the law of sight transcendingLeaps to things not understood.
 Here beneath these signs are hiddenPriceless things, to sense forbidden,Signs, not things, are all we see.
 Flesh from bread, and Blood from wine,Yet is Christ in either sign,All entire, confessed to be.
 They, who of Him here partake,Sever not, nor rend, nor break:But, entire, their Lord receive.
 Whether one or thousands eat:All receive the self-same meat:Nor the less for others leave.
 Both the wicked and the goodEat of this celestial Food:But with ends how opposite!
 Here 't is life: and there 't is death:The same, yet issuing to eachIn a difference infinite.
 Nor a single doubt retain,When they break the Host in twain,But that in each part remainsWhat was in the whole before.
 Since the simple sign aloneSuffers change in state or form:The signified remaining oneAnd the same for evermore.
 Behold the Bread of Angels,For us pilgrims food, and tokenOf the promise by Christ spoken,Children's meat, to dogs denied.
 Shewn in Isaac's dedication,In the manna's preparation:In the Paschal immolation,In old types pre-signified.
 Jesu, shepherd of the sheep:Thou thy flock in safety keep,Living bread, thy life supply:Strengthen us, or else we die,Fill us with celestial grace.
 Thou, who feedest us below:Source of all we have or know:Grant that with Thy Saints above,Sitting at the feast of love,We may see Thee face to face.Amen. Alleluia.
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