The creator of this English translation is unknown.
The text has meter of 10 10. 10 10. It was first published with the tune ANIMA CHRISTI, written by English Jesuit priest William Joseph. Maher in 1864, and this is the most commonly-used tune for this translation.
Some artists regard it as an Irish folk-hymn - the reasons for this are unknown, although it is popular in 20th / 21st century Ireland.
Body of Christ, be thou my saving guest.
Blood of my saviour, bathe me in thy tide.
Wash me with waters, flowing from his side.
Strength and protection nay thy passion be.
Oh blessed Jesus hear and answer me.
Deep in thy wounds Lord, hide and shelter me
So shall I never, never part from thee.
Guard and defend me from the foe malign.
In death’s dread moments, make me only thine.
Call me and bid me, come to thee on high.
Where I may praise thee with thy saints for aye.
The text has meter of 10 10. 10 10. It was first published with the tune ANIMA CHRISTI, written by English Jesuit priest William Joseph. Maher in 1864, and this is the most commonly-used tune for this translation.
Some artists regard it as an Irish folk-hymn - the reasons for this are unknown, although it is popular in 20th / 21st century Ireland.
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Examples
Choir with organ, professional recording
Singer, self-accompanied on guitar
Choir with organ, recorded live in a church service
Small group, unaccompanied in close harmony
Singer with piano
Contemporary band with massed choir - TV show recording
Lyrics
Soul of my saviour sanctify my breast.Body of Christ, be thou my saving guest.
Blood of my saviour, bathe me in thy tide.
Wash me with waters, flowing from his side.
Strength and protection nay thy passion be.
Oh blessed Jesus hear and answer me.
Deep in thy wounds Lord, hide and shelter me
So shall I never, never part from thee.
Guard and defend me from the foe malign.
In death’s dread moments, make me only thine.
Call me and bid me, come to thee on high.
Where I may praise thee with thy saints for aye.
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