Author name: Franklyn Naytas

Pange Lingua

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour’s glory, Of His flesh the mystery sing; Of the blood all price exceeding, Shed by our immortal King. Destined for the world’s redemption. From a noble womb to spring. Of a pure and spotless virgin, Born for us on earth below, He, as man with man conversing, Stay’d, the seeds …

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