The New English Hymnal ‎#88

88. Now my soul, thy voice upraising

1 Now my soul, thy voice upraising,
Tell in sweet and mournful strain
How the Crucified, enduring
Grief and wounds, and dying pain,
Freely of his love was offered,
Sinless was for sinners slain.

2 See, his hands and feet are fastened!
So he makes his people free;
Not a wound whence Blood is flowing
But a fount of grace shall be;
Yea, the very nails which nail him
Nail us also to the Tree.

3 Jesu, may those precious fountains
Drink to thirsting souls afford;
Let them be our cup and healing,
And at length our great reward:
So a ransomed world shall ever
Praise thee, its redeeming Lord.

Text Information

• First Line: Now my soul, thy voice upraising
• Latin Title: Prome vocem, mens, canoram
• Author: Claude de Santeuil, 1628-84
• Translator: H. W. Baker, 1821-77
• Meter: 87 87 87
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1986
• Topic: The Christian Year: Passiontide

Tune Information

• Name: WEBBE'S ST THOMAS
• Composer: Samuel Webbe, c. 1740-1816
• Meter: 87 87 87
• Key: D Major
• Source: Motets or Antiphons, 1792