1 Sing, my tongue, the song of triumph,
Tell the story far and wide;
Tell of dread and final battle,
Sing of Savior crucified;
How upon the cross a victim
Vanquishing in death he died.
2 He endured the nails, the spitting,
Vinegar and spear and reed;
From that holy body broken
Blood and water forth proceed:
Earth and stars and sky and ocean
By that flood from stain are freed.
3 Faithful Cross, above all other,
One and only noble tree,
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit your peer may be;
Sweet and wood and sweet the iron
And your load, most sweet is he.
4 Bend your boughs, O Tree of glory!
All your rigid branches, bend!
For a while the ancient temper
That your birth bestowed, spend;
And the King of earth and heaven
Gently on your bosom tend.
Source: Worship (3rd ed.) #437
|First Line:||Sing, my tongue, the song of triumph|
|Title:||Sing, My Tongue, the Song of Triumph|
|Author:||Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609|
|Source:||Tr.: The Three Days, 1981|