Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of His flesh the mystery
Of the blood all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King.
Destined for the world's redemption.
From a noble womb to spring.
Of a pure and spotless virgin,
Born for us on earth below,
He, as man
Stay'd, the seeds of truth
Then He closed in solemn order
Wondrously His life
On the night of that last supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He the paschal victim eating,
First fulfils the law's command;
Then, as food of all His brethren,
Gives Himself with His own hand.
Word made flesh, the bread of nature
By His word to flesh he turns;
Wine into His blood he changes:
What though sense no change discerns?
Only be the heart in earnest,
Faith her lesson quickly learns
God of power and mercy, you blessed the Americas at Tepeyac with the presence of the Virgin Mary of Guadalupe. May her prayers help all men and women to accept each other as brothers and sisters. Through your justice present in our hearts, may your peace reign in the world. We ask this through our Lord Jesus ... continue reading
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