1 The royal banners forward go;
the cross shines forth in mystic glow;
where he, the Life, did flesh endure,
and by that death did life procure.
2 There while he hung, his sacred side
by soldier's spear was opened wide
to cleanse us in the precious flood
of water mingled with his blood.
3 Fulfilled is all his words foretold;
then spread the banners, and unfold
love's crowning power, that all may see
he reigns and triumphs from the tree.
4 O tree of grace, the conquering sign,
which dost in royal purple shine,
gone is thy shame; for, lo, each bough
proclaims the prince of glory now.
5 For once thy favoured branches bore
the wealth that did the world restore,
the priceless treasure, freely spent
to pay for our enfranchisement.
6 Father of all, life's source and spring,
may every soul thy praises sing;
may those obey the rule of heaven,
for whom the perfect life was given.
|First Line:||The royal banners forward go|
|Title:||The Royal Banners Forward Go|
|Translator:||John Mason Neale (1818-1866)|
|Translator:||Percy Dearmer (1867-1936)|
|Author:||Venantius Fortunatus (540?-600?)|
|Topic:||Holy Week (Good Friday)|
|Copyright:||Tr. © Oxford University Press|
|Harmonizer:||Healey Willan (1880-1968)|
|Source:||Plainsong, Mode 1 (12th cent.)|
|Copyright:||Harm. © Estate of Healey Willan|