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Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle, (Pange Lingua)

Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle Pange Lingua
8.7.8.7.8.7

Hymn Code:
3332556111211161765

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6/Dm 283.6kb
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6/Dm
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Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle

Author: Venantius Fortunatus

Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle,
Sing the winning of the fray;
Now above the cross, the trophy,
Sound the high triumphal lay:
Tell how Christ, the world's Redeemer,
As a victim won the day.

Thirty years he dwelt among us,
His appointed time fulfilled;
Born for this, he met his passion,
This the Saviour freely willed;
On the cross the Lamb was lifted,
Where his precious blood was spilled.

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 and stain are freed.

Faithful cross! above all other,
One and only noble tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be:
Sweetest wood, and sweetest iron!
Sweetest weight is hung on thee.

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 heav'nly beauty
On thy bosom gently tend!

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.