Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, <br />Of His cross the mystery sing; <br />Lift on high the wondrous trophy, <br />Tell the triumph of the King: <br />He, the world's Redeemer, conquers <br />Death, through death now vanquishing. <br /> <br />Born for us, and for us given; <br />Son of man, like us below, <br />He, as Man with men, abiding <br />Dwells, the seed of life to sow: <br />He, our heavy griefs partaking, <br />Thus fulfils His life of woe. <br /> <br />Word made flesh! His word life-giving, <br />Gives His flesh our meat to be, <br />Bids us drink His blood, believing, <br />Through His death, we life shall see: <br />Blessed they who thus receiving <br />Are from death and sin set free. <br /> <br />Low in adoration bending, <br />Now our hearts our God revere; <br />Faith, her aid to sight is lending, <br />Though unseen the Lord is near; <br />Ancient types and shadows ending, <br />Christ our paschal Lamb is here. <br /> <br />Praise for ever, thanks and blessing, <br />Thine, O gracious Father, be: <br />Praise be Thine, O Christ, who bringeth <br />Life and immortality. <br />Praise be Thine, Thou quickening Spirit, <br />Praise through all eternity.<br /><br />Thomas Aquinas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-my-tongue-the-saviour-s-glory/
