1 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's battle,
Tell His triumph far and wide;
Tell aloud the wondrous story
Of His Body crucified;
How upon the cross a victim,
Vanquishing in death, He died.
2 Eating of the tree forbidden,
Man had sunk in Satan's snare,
When our pitying Creator
Did this second tree prepare,
Destined many ages later,
That first evil to repair.
3 So, when now at length the fullness
Of the time foretold drew nigh,
God the Son, the world's Creator,
Let His Father's throne on high,
From the Virgin's womb appearing
Clothed in our humanity.
4 Thus did Christ to perfect manhood
In our mortal flesh attain;
Then of His free choice He goeth
To a death of bitter pain;
He, the Lamb upon the altar
Of the cross, for us was slain.
5 Lo, with gall His thirst He quenches,
See the thorns upon His brow;
Nails His tender flesh are rending;
See, His side is piercèd now;
Whence, to cleanse the whole creation,
Streams of blood and water flow.
6 Christ, to Thee with God the Father,
And, O Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Hymn and chant and high thanksgiving,
And unwearied praises be;
Honor, glory, and dominion,
And eternal victory.
The Hymnal: revised and enlarged as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892