Hail to Thee! True Body sprung,
From the Virgin Mary womb!
The same that on the Cross was hung,
And bore for men the bitter doom.
Thou whose side was pierced and flowed,
Both with water and with blood,
Suffer us to taste of Thee,
In our life's last agony.

Thee we adore, O hidden Saviour, Thee,
Who in Thy Sacrament art pleased to be;
Both flesh and spirit at Thy presence fail,
Yet here Thy presence we devoutly hail.

O blest memorial of our dying Lord,
Who living Bread to men doth here afford!
O may our souls for ever feed on Thee,
And Thou, O Christ, for ever precious be.

Fountain of goodness, Jesu, Lord and God,
Cleanse us, unclean, with Thy most cleansing Blood;
Increase our faith and love, that we may know
The hope and peace which from Thy presence flow.

O Christ, whom now beneath a veil we see,
May what we thirst for soon our portion be:
To gaze on Thee unveiled, and see Thy face,
The vision of Thy glory and Thy grace.

O God, I love Thee not because I hope for Heaven thereby, Nor yet because who love Thee not Are lost eternally.

Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the Cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear And manifold disgrace.

And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony; Even death itself - and all for me Who was Thine enemy.

They why, O blessed Jesus Christ, Should I not love Thee well? Not for the sake of winning Heaven, Nor of escaping Hell.

Not with the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward, But, as Thyself hast loved me, O ever-loving Lord?

Even so I love Thee, and will love, And in Thy praise will sing; Solely because Thou art my God, And my most loving King.

Sing, my tongue, the Savior’s glory,
Of His Flesh, the mystery sing;
Of the Blood, all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King,
Destined, for the world's redemption,
From a noble womb to spring.

Given for us, and born for us
Of a Virgin undefiled,
He in the world dwelt among us,
As a man with men to bide;
And His earthly life completed,
Closed in wondrous sacrifice.

On the night of that Last Supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He the Paschal victim eating,
First fulfills the Law’s command;
Then as Food to all His brethren
Gives Himself with His own hand.

Word made Flesh, the bread of nature
By His word to Flesh He turns;
Wine into His Blood He changes—
What though sense no change discerns?
Only be the heart in earnest,
Faith her lesson quickly learns.

At this our solemn feast
Let holy joys abound,
And from the inmost breast
Let songs of praise resound;
Let ancient rites depart,
And all be new around,
In every act, and voice, and heart.

The night before He died,
He sat at supper, Lord,
With His disciples true,
As ancient law accorded;
He gave Himself in food,
The Lamb, unleavened Bread,
As once to Israel’s fathers fed.

The typic feast fulfilled,
The legal rites complete,
The new and greater gift
He gave with hands most sweet:
Himself as Food He gave
To all the twelve around,
Himself, the whole, to each, profound.

He gave the fragile flesh
As meat to those in grief,
He gave the sorrowing Blood
To drink and find relief;
“Take this,” He said, “and eat,
This chalice drink ye all:
My Blood for you shall fall.”

Thus He ordained this rite,
This sacrifice divine,
And gave it to the priests
Alone to make it thine;
That they might give the Bread
To others, and the Wine,
And feed the flock in line.

The Bread of angels now
Is made the Bread of man,
The heavenly Bread ends types
And shadows of the plan;
O wondrous miracle!
The Lord becomes our Food—
The poor, the slave, the good.

To Thee, O Triune God,
Be endless jubilee:
Visit us as we pray,
As we give praise to Thee;
Lead us by Thy pure light
To where Thy glory be,
Inhabiting eternity. Amen.

The Word from highest heaven came,
yet left not His Father's side;
to do His work on earth He came,
and drew near life's eventide.

To death delivered by a friend,
betrayed to foes with cruel art,
He first, in love that knows no end,
gave Himself to every heart.

Beneath the forms of bread and wine,
He gave His Flesh and Blood divine,
that man, in body and in soul,
might be nourished, healed, made whole.

In birth He gave Himself as kin,
in table fellowship as food,
in death He paid our ransom price,
in glory reigns as highest good.

O saving Victim, opening wide
the gate of heaven to man below:
our foes press on from every side,
Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow.

To God the One and Trinity,
be everlasting praise and fame:
may He, eternal life bestowing,
lead us to heaven’s radiant flame. Amen

O sacred banquet!
in which Christ is received,
the memory of His Passion is renewed,
the mind is filled with grace,
and a pledge of future glory is given to us.
Alleluia.

Antiphon: Let us adore forever the Most Holy Sacrament!

Praise the Lord, all ye nations:
praise Him, all ye people.

For His merciful kindness is great toward us:
and the truth of the Lord endureth forever.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost; as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

Antiphon: Let us adore forever the Most Holy Sacrament!