1 The royal banners forward go;
The cross shines forth in mystic glow,
Where he through whom our flesh was made,
In that same flesh our ransom paid.
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 now what David told
In true prophetic song of old,
How God the nations' king should be;
For God is reigning from the tree.
4 O tree of glory, tree most fair,
Ordained those holy limbs to bear,
How bright in royal robe it stood--
The purple of a Savior's blood!
5 Upon its arms, like balance true,
He weighed the price for sinners due,
The price which none but he could pay,
And spoiled the spoiler of his prey.
6 To you, eternal Three in One,
Let homage due by all be done;
As by the cross you did restore,
So rule and guide us evermore.
|First Line:||The royal banners forward go|
|Title:||The Royal Banners Forward Go|
|Latin Title:||Vexilla Regis prodeunt|
|Author:||Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609|
|Translator:||John M. Neale, 1818-1866|
|Topic:||Good Friday; Holy Thursday (Evening Mass of th Lord's Supper); Children's Hymns(3 more...)|
|Arranger:||David Hurd, b. 1950|
|Source:||Mode I; Realization in modal rhythm by Scola Antiqua, 1983|
|Copyright:||Acc. © 1985, GIA Publications, Inc.|