Pange, lingua, gloriosi

Corporis mysterium,

Sanguinisque pretiosi,

quem in mundi pretium

fructus ventris generosi

Rex effudit Gentium.

Nobis datus, nobis natus

ex intacta Virgine,

et in mundo conversatus,

sparso verbi semine,

sui moras incolatus

miro clausit ordine.

Sing, my tongue, the Savior’s glory,

of His Flesh, the mystery sing;

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, with man conversing,

stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;

then He closed in solemn order

wond'rously His Life of woe.