Memphis Daily Appeal

This hymn is by St. Thomas Aquinas, who
died March 7, 1274, and, with a few others, holds
the second rank among those old hymns, the
"Dies Irae" alone holding the first:

Sing, my tongue, the theme unending,
Mystery which his body showeth;
Precious blood outpouring, tending
Which the world's Redeemer showeth;
Fruit of heavenly sanctifying
Whence the world's redemption floweth.

From thy blessed Virgin going,
He with men on earth resided;
Sacred seed forever sowing
He the fruit to us confided:
Till his end, his triumph showing,
He his wondrous sojourn guideth.

In the night of His last meeting
With His brethren there united,
At the Paschal orbs completing,
By the ancient law indicted,
He hath offered to the Father
And His dying love recited.

Words made flesh, among us dwelling,
With true bread and wine hath gathered;
By His word the mystery telling,
And the trust of faith evadeth.
From the true heart, doubt dispelling,
Where the sense imperfect faileth.

Such a sacrament provided
Bowed and humble, let us take it;
Rites to ancient times confided
Yield to what the new rites wake it;
Be not by the sense misguided,
But in humble faith partake it.

Father, God of our salvation!
Son, our sins exceeding!
Holy Ghost, our renovation,
Spirit, from them both proceeding!
To the Three be jubilation,
Honor, praise, and joy exceeding!