61b. Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle

1 Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle,
Sing the ending of the fray;
Now above the Cross, the trophy,
Sound the loud triumphant lay:
Tell how Christ, the world's Redeemer,
As a Victim won the day.

2 Thirty years among us dwelling,
His appointed time fulfilled,
Born for this, he meets his Passion,
For that this he freely willed,
On the Cross the Lamb is lifted
Where his lifeblood shall be spilled.

3 Faithful Cross; above all other,
One and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be;
Sweetest wood and sweetest iron;
Sweetest weight is hung on thee. A-men.

4 Bend thy boughs, O Tree of Glory,
Thy relaxing sinews bend;
For awhile the ancient rigor
That thy birth bestowed, suspend;
And the King of heavenly beauty
On thy bosom gentle tend.

5 To the Trinity be glory
Everlasting, as is meet;
Equal to the Father, equal
To the Son, and Paraclete:
God the Three in One, whose praises
All created things repeat.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle
Author: Venantius Fortunatus, 530 - 609
Translator: John Mason Neale, 1818 - 66
Language: English
Publication Date: 1958
Topic: The Church Year: Lent; The Church Year: Palm Sunday
Tune Information
Name: ST. THOMAS (HOLYWOOD)
Key: D Major
Source: Traditional Melody, 18th cent.



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