Sing, my tongue, the Savior's battle

Verse 1

Sing, my tongue, the Savior's glory: Tell his triumph far and wide; Tell aloud the famous story Of his body crucified; How upon the cross a victim, Vanquishing in death, he died.

Verse 2

Faithful cross, O tree all beauteous! Tree all peerless and divine, Not a grove on earth can show us Such a flow'r and leaf as thine. Sweet the nails, and sweet the wood, Laden with so sweet a load!

Verse 3

Eating of the tree forbidden, Humans sank in Satan's snare, When our pitying Creator Did this second tree prepare; Destined, many ages later, That first evil to repair.

Verse 4

Such the order God appointed When for sin he would atone; To the serpent thus opposing Schemes yet deeper than his own; Thence the remedy procuring, When the fatal wound had come.

Verse 5

So when now at length the fullness Of the sacred time drew nigh, Then the Son, the world's Creator, Left his Father's throne on high; From a virgin's womb appearing, Clothed in our mortality.

Verse 6

Thus did Christ to perfect manhood In our mortal flesh attain: Then of his free choice he goes on To a death of bitter pain; And as lamb upon the altar Of the cross, for us is slain.

Verse 7

Lofty tree, bend down your branches, To embrace your sacred load; Oh, relax the native tension Of that all too rigid wood; Gently, gently bear the members Of your dying King and God.

Verse 8

Blessing, honor everlasting, To the immortal Deity; To the Father, Son, and Spirit, Equal praises ever be; Glory through the earth and heaven, Trinity in Unity. Amen.