|Text:||The Royal Banners Forward Go|
|Translator:||John M. Neale|
1 The royal banners forward go;
The cross shines forth in mystic glow
Where He in flesh, our flesh who made,
Our sentence bore, our ransom paid;
2 Where deep for us the spear was dyed,
Life's torrent rushing from His side,
To wash us in that precious flood
Where mingled water flowed and blood.
3 Fulfilled is all that David told
In true prophetic song of old;
Amidst the nations, God, saith he,
Hath reigned and triumphed from the Tree.
4 O Tree of beauty, Tree of life,
O Tree with royal purple dight;
Elect, on whose triumphal breast
Those holy limbs should find their rest;
5 On whose dear arms, so widely flung,
The weight of this world's ransom hung
The price of humankind to pay
And spoil the spoiler of his prey.
6 O Cross, our one reliance, hail!
So may thy power with us avail
To give new virtue to the saint
And pardon to the penitent.
7 To Thee, eternal Three in One,
Let homage meet by all be done,
Whom by the cross Thou dost restore,
Preserve, and govern evermore.
|First Line:||The royal banners forward go|
|Title:||The Royal Banners Forward Go|
|Latin Title:||Vexilla Regis prodeunt|
|Author:||Venantius Fortunatus (569, cento)|
|Translator:||John M. Neale (1851, alt.)|
|Topic:||The Church Year: Good Friday|