SING, MY TONGUE, THE GLORIOUS BATTLE

[1]
Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle,
sing the last, the dread affray;
o'er the cross, the victor's trophy,
sound the high triumphal lay,
how, the pains of death enduring,
earth's Redeemer won the day.

[2]
When at length the appointed fullness
of the sacred time was come,
he was sent, the world's Creator,
from the Father's heavenly home
and was found in human fashion,
offspring of the Virgin's womb.

[3]
When the thirty years were ended
which 'on earth he willed to see,
willingly he meets his passion,
born to set his people free;
on the cross the Lamb is lifted,
there the sacrifice to be.

[4]
There the nails and spear 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 has freed.

[5]
Faithful cross, above all other,
one and only noble tree,
none in foliage, none in blossom,
none in fruit your peer may be;
sweet the wood and sweet the iron
and your load, most sweet is he.

[6]
Praise and honour to the Father,
praise and honour to the Son,
praise and honour to the Spirit,
ever Three and ever One:
One in might and One in glory
while eternal ages run.