Sing, My Tongue, the Savior’s Glory (EN 3995)

EN 3995 Sing, My Tongue, the Savior’s Glory

Luke.22.19

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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.

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Of a pure and spotless virgin,

Born for us, His love to show,

He, as man, with man conversing,

Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;

Then He closed in wondrous fashion,

This His life on earth below.

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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.

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Christ, the Word made Flesh, by speaking,

Earthly bread to flesh He turns;

Wine becomes His blood so precious—

Unconceived in human terms!

Hearts sincere perceive this marvel;

Faith its lessons quickly learns.

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Down in adoration falling,

This great sacrament we hail;

Over ancient forms of worship

Newer rites of grace prevail;

Faith tells us that Christ is present

When our human senses fail.

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To the everlasting Father,

And the Son Who made us free,

And the Spirit, God proceeding,

From them each eternally,

Be salvation, honor, blessing,

Might and endless majesty.

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