The most holy Bread of Heaven
This to me is freely given.

What the people on the shore
Prayed might feed them evermore,
What the woman by the well

Asked, that she might thirstless dwell,

This is rendered to our need

Meat indeed and Drink indeed.

Who shali measure out its price?
Who for it make sacrifice?

Gold or rubies gauge it never,
All from all for it may sever,
And though nought to yield remain,
Infinite would be their gain.

Therefore with all hosts on high

Alleluia !

rapt I cry;

Praise to Him, who from the highest
Hath to lowly souls come nighest ;
Sing of Him till time is o'er,
Alleluia! evermore.

Alcate

ESUS, pro me perforatus,
Condar intra Tuum latus.

Tu per lympham profluentem,

Tu per sanguinem tepentem,
In peccata mi redunda,

Tolle culpam, sordes munda.

Coram Te, nec justus forem
Quamvis totâ si laborem,
Nec si fide nunquam cesso,
Fletu stillans indefesso:
Tibi soli tantum munus ;
Salva me, Salvator unus !

Nil in manu mecum fero,

Sed me versus crucem gero;
Vestimenta nudus oro,

Opem debilis imploro ;

Fontem Christi quæro immundus,

Nisi laves, moribundus.

Dum hos artus vita regit;

Quando nox sepulchro tegit; Mortuos cum stare jubes, Sedens Judex inter nubes; Jesus, pro me perforatus, Condar intra Tuum latus.

ILENCE in the house of prayer; Low our Lord in earth lies sleeping; Silence, silence, everywhere, While the saints their watch are keeping.

He at earliest morn shall rise;

Now in mystic peace He slumbers;

Flow, ye plaintive melodies;

Ring, ye still recurring numbers.

Though for us His soul doth seek
That mysterious world of spirits,
He shall rise to cheer the weak;
Hope and joy His Church inherits.

So Lent's latest vigil now

Keep we with a tempered sadness: Easter-morn! speed quickly thou,

And transform this grief to gladness.