Sing, my tongue, acclaim Christ present,
Veiled within this sacred sign,
Precious blood and risen body,
Under forms of bread and wine,
Blood once shed for man's redemption,
By this King of David's line.

Heaven’s Promised Gift to mankind,
Born to Virgin full of grace
Plants the seed of faith securely,
While he dwells with Adam’s race.
Ends his mission, leaves a symbol,
Of the death he will embrace.

Word made flesh makes bread his body.
Consecrates it by his word.
Wine becomes the blood of Jesus;
He it is whose voice is heard
Minds in doubt need faith's assurance,
When God speaks, He cannot err.