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						Sacris solemniis juncta sint gaudia,
						Et ex præcordiis sonent præconia;
 Recedant vetera, nova sint omnia,
 Corda, voces, et opera.
						Noctis recolitur cna novissima,
						Qua Christus creditur agnum et azyma
 Dedisse fratribus, juxta legitima
 Priscis indulta patribus.
						Post agnum typicum, expletis epulis,
						Corpus Dominicum datum discipulis,
 Sic totum omnibus, quod totum singulis,
 Ejus fatemur manibus.
						Dedit fragilibus corporis ferculum,
						Dedit et tristibus sanguinis poculum,
 Dicens: accipite quod trado vasculum;
 Omnes ex eo bibite.
						Sic sacrificium istud instituit,
						Cujus officium committi voluit
 Solis presbyteris, quibus sic congruit,
 Ut sumant, et dent ceteris.
						Panis angelicus fit panis hominum;
						Dat panis clicus figuris terminum;
 O res mirabilis: manducat Dominum
 Pauper, servus et humilis.
						Te, trina Deitas unaque, poscimus:
						Sic nos tu visita, sicut te colimus;
 Per tuas semitas duc nos quo tendimus,
 Ad lucem, quam inhabitas.
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						At this our solemn Feast,
						Let holy joys abound,
 And from the inmost breast
 Let songs of praise resound;
 Let ancient rites depart,
 And all be new around,
 In evry act, and voice, and heart.
						Remember we that eve,
						When, the Last Supper spread,
 Christ, as we all believe,
 The Lamb, with leavenless bread,
 Among His brethren shared,
 And thus the Law obeyed,
 Of old unto their sires declared.
						The typic lamb consumed,
						The legal Feast complete,
 The Lord unto the Twelve
 His Body gave to eat;
 The whole to all, no less
 The whole to each did mete
 With His own hands, as we confess.
						He gave them, weak and frail,
						His Flesh, their Food to be;
 On them, downcast and sad,
 His Blood bestowed He:
 And thus to them He spake,
 “Receive this Cup from Me,
 And all of you of this partake.”
						So He this Sacrifice
						To institute did will,
 And charged His priests alone
 That office to fulfill:
 In them He did confide:
 To whom it pertaineth still
 To take, and to the rest divide.
						Thus Angels Bread is made
						The Bread of man to-day:
 The Living Bread from Heaven
 With figures dost away:
 O wondrous gift indeed!
 The poor and lowly may
 Upon their Lord and Master feed.
						O Triune Deity,
						To Thee we meekly pray,
 So mayst Thou visit us,
 As we our homage pay;
 And in Thy footsteps bright
 Conduct us on our way
 To where Thou dwellst in cloudless light.
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