Sing, My Tongue, the Glorious Battle (EN 5005)

EN 5005 Sing, My Tongue, the Glorious Battle

2Cor.10.3

Versi Version 1

1

Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle,

Sing the ending of the fray;

Now above the cross, the trophy,

Sound the loud triumphant lay:

Tell how Christ the world’s Redeemer,

As a victim won the day.

2

He, our Maker, deeply grieving

That the first made Adam fell,

When he ate the fruit forbidden

Whose reward was death and hell,

Marked e’en then this Tree the ruin

Of the first tree to dispel.

3

Tell how, when at length the fullness,

Of th’appointed time was come,

Christ, the Word, was born of woman,

Left for us His heavenly home;

Showed us human life made perfect,

Shone as light amid the gloom.

4

Lo! He lies an Infant weeping,

Where the narrow manger stands,

While the Mother-Maid His members

Wraps in mean and lowly bands,

And the swaddling clothes is winding

Round His helpless feet and hands.

5

Thus, with thirty years accomplished,

Went He forth from Nazareth,

Destined, dedicated, willing,

Wrought His work, and met His death.

Like a lamb He humbly yielded

On the cross His dying breath.

6

There the nails and spears He suffers,

Vinegar, and gall, and reed;

From His sacred body pierced

Blood and water both proceed;

Precious flood, which all creation

From the stain of sin hath freed.

7

Faithful cross, thou sign of triumph,

Now for us the noblest tree,

None in foliage, none in blossom,

None in fruit thy peer may be;

Symbol of the world’s redemption,

For the weight that hung on thee!

8

Bend thy boughs, O tree of glory!

Thy relaxing sinews bend;

For awhile the ancient rigor

That thy birth bestowed, suspend;

And the King of heavenly beauty

On thy bosom gently tend!

9

Thou alone wast counted worthy

This world’s ransom to sustain,

That a shipwrecked race forever

Might a port of refuge gain,

With the sacred blood anointed

Of the Lamb of sinners slain.

10

To the Trinity be glory

Everlasting, as is meet:

Equal to the Father, equal

To the Son, and Paraclete:

God the Three in One, whose praises

All created things repeat.

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