Now, My Tongue, the Mystery Telling (Grafton, Organ) Video (MV)

Now, 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
To be born for us below
He, with us in converse blending
Dwelt the seed of truth to sow
'Til he closed with wondrous ending
His most patient life of woe

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
Shows true hearts the mystery

Therefore 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
Honour, might, and praise addressing
While eternal ages run
Ever too his love confessing
Who, from both, with both is One