Sing, My Tongue, the Glorious Battle

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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!

Verse 5

Unto God be
praise and glory:
to the Father
and the Son,

to th’eternal Spirit
honor now
and evermore
be done;

praise and glory
in the highest,
while unending
ages run.