Sion, lift thy voice and sings
Praise thy Saviour and thy King
Praise with hymns thy shepherd true,
Dare thy most to praise him well;
For he doth all praise excel,
None can ever reach his due.

Special theme of praise is thine,
That true-living Bread divine,
That life-giving Flesh adored,
Which the brethren twelve received,
As most faithfully believed,
At the Supper of the Lord.

Let the chant be loud and high;
Sweet and tranquil be the joy,
Felt today in ev'ry breast;
On this Festival divine
Which recounts the origin
Of the glorious Eucharist.

At this table of the King,
Our new Paschal offering
Brings to end the olden rite;
Here, for empty shadows fled,
Is Reality instead
Here, instead of darkness, Light.