May the Cross of Christ direct me, May He nourish me with grace; Pange Lingua gloriosi Corporis Maundy Thursday, Processional Hymn. Now OW, my tongue, the mystery telling Of the glorious Body, sing, And the Blood, all price excelling, Which the Gentiles' Lord and King, In a Virgin's womb once dwelling, Shed for this world's ransoming! Given for us, and condescending He with men in converse blending, That last night, at supper lying, Mid the Twelve, His chosen band, Jesus, with the law complying, Keeps the Feast its Rites demand; Then, more precious food supplying, Gives Himself with His own hand. Word-made-Flesh, true bread He maketh By His word His Flesh to be; Wine His Blood; which whoso taketh Must from carnal thoughts be free: Faith alone, though sight forsaketh, TH Tantum ergo. "HEREFORE we, before Him bending, This great Sacrament revere; Types and shadows have their ending, For the newer Rite is here; Faith, our outward sense befriending, Makes our inward vision clear. Glory let us give, and blessing To the Father and the Son, Honor, might, and praise addressing, While eternal ages run: Ever, too, His love confessing, Who from Both, with Both is One. Amen. MASS HYMNS I HE Sacrifice of bitter pain ΤΗ Which on the Cross was made, Free from all pain and suffering now, Is on the Altar laid. Christ's own true Body and His Blood, Are offered here by mortal hand To thank Thee for Thy gracious gifts, We pray for living and for dead, Before Thy Throne, blest Trinity, SHALL II HALL we not love thee, Mother dear, Whom Jesus loves so well? And, to His glory, year by year, Thy joy and honour tell? Bound with the curse of sin and shame We helpless sinners lay, Until in tender love He came To bear the curse away. And thee He chose from whom to take True flesh His Flesh to be; In it to suffer for our sake, By it to make us free. Thy Babe He lay upon thy breast, O wondrous depth of grace Divine Joy to be Mother of the Lord, In ev'ry thought, and deed, and word And as He loves thee, Mother dear, Jesu, the Virgin's Holy Son, We praise Thee and adore, Who art with God the Father One And Spirit evermore. III Amen. WE offer gifts of Bread and Wine, To Thee, O God, Most High, And pray Thee that Thy Holy Ghost And make this offered Bread to be The Wine within the Sacred Cup With humble mind and contrite heart So shall Thy Holy Church on earth And so shall all the faithful dead IV Amen. HRIST Jesus is coming Christ Jesus is coming The Angels attending Here when Thou art nighest, Hosanna to Thee. Amen. V SAVING Victim, opening wide The gate of heaven to man below, Our foes press on from every side, Thine aid supply, Thy strength be stow. |