Catholic - 皇皇聖體 - English

Sing, my tongue,

The mystery of the glorious body,

And of the precious Blood

That for the world's salvation

The fruit of a noble womb,

The king of the nations, shed.

Given to us, born to us,

From an unblemished virgin,

And having lived in the world,

Scattering the seed of the Word,

The time of his habitation

Miraculously He closed in due order.

In the night of His last supper,

Resting with His brothers,

The law being fully observed

With permitted foods,

To the group of twelve

He gave Himself as food with his own hands.

The Word in flesh true bread

By a word makes His flesh,

And also makes true wine the Blood of Christ,

And if sense is lacking,

To confirm a true heart

Faith alone suffices.

Therefore so great a Sacrament

Let us fall down and worship,

And let the old law

Give way to a new rite,

And let faith stand forward

To make good the defects of sense.

To the Father and the Son

Be praise and joy,

Health, honour and virtue

And blessing,

And to him proceeding from both

Be equal praise. Amen