V.R.S.
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Corpus Christi

When Te Hominem rings afresh
over vast fields of ill and dead,
Behold the Word who became Flesh
to stay with us in shape of bread.

Pope Urban lifts the Peter’s hand,
exalts the Host, exclaims: begone!
heretics all that cannot stand
He pitched His tent on altar stone.

We lift our heart, we bow our head,
earth meets the glory Heavens bring,
Thomas extols Angelic Bread
and Sion lauds her Savior King.