Pange, lingua, gloriosiCórporis mystériumSanguinísque pretiósi,Quem in mundi prétium
Fructus ventris generósiRex effúdit géntium.Nobis datus, nobis natusEx intácta Vírgine,Et in mundo conversátus,Sparso verbi sémine,Sui moras incolátusMiro clausit órdine.
In supremæ nocte coenæRecumbens cum frátribus,Observata lege pleneCibis in legálibus,
Cibum turbæ duodenæSe dat súis mánibus.Genitori Genitóque,Laus et iubilátio;Salus, honor, virtus quoque,Sit et benedíctio;
Tell, tongue, the mysteryof the glorious Bodyand of the precious Blood,which, for the price of the world,
the fruit of a noble Womb,the King of the Nations poured forth.Given to us, born for us,from the untouched Virgin,and dwelt in the worldafter the seed of the Word had been scattered.His inhabiting ended the delayswith wonderful order.
On the night of the Last Supper,reclining with His brethren,once the Law had been fully observedwith the prescribed foods,
as food to the crowd of TwelveHe gives Himself with His hands.To the Begetter and the Begottenbe praise and jubilation,greeting, honour, strength alsoand blessing.