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 To the twelve as food He meted Forth Himself with His own hand.

At the Incarnate Word's high bidding Bread to very flesh doth turn, Wine becometh blood-shedding; And if sense cannot discern, Guileless spirits never dreading May from faith sufficient learn.

To the sacred Host inclining In adoring awe we bend, Ancient forms their place resigning Unto rites of nobler end; Faith the senses dark refining. Mysteries to comprehend.

Sire and Son all power possessing, , to Thee all Glory be, Might, salvation, honour, blessing, Unto all eternity, Holy Ghost from both progressing Equal Glory be to Thee.