1 Sing, my tongue, how glorious battle
Glorious victory became;
And above the cross, his trophy,
Tell the triumph and the fame:
Tell how he, the earth's Redeemer,
By his death for man o'ercame.
2 Thirty years fulfilled among us-
Perfect life in low estate-
Born for this, and self-surrendered,
To his passion dedicate,
On the cross the Lamb is lifted,
For his people immolate.
3 Unto God be laud and honor:
To the Father, to the Son,
To the mighty Spirit, glory-
Ever Three and ever One:
Pow'r and glory in the highest
While eternal ages run.
|First Line:||Sing, my tongue, how glorious battle|
|Translator:||Arthur Wellesley Wotherspoon|
|Author:||Venantius Honorius Clementianus Fortunatus|
|Copyright:||This text may still be under copyright because it was published in 1961.|