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144. Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle

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PART ONE:
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 Now the thirty years are 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 piercèd
blood and water both proceed:
precious flood, which all creation
from the stain of sin hath freed.

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

6 Bend, O lofty tree, thy branches,
thy too rigid sinews bend;
and awhile the stubborn hardness,
which thy birth bestowed, suspend;
and the limbs of heaven's high Monarch
gently on thine arms extend.

7 Thou alone wast counted worthy
this world's ransom to sustain,
that a shipwrecked race for ever
might a port of refuge gain,
with the sacred blood anointed
of the Lamb for sinners slain.

DOXOLOGY:
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.

Text Information
First Line: Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle
Latin Title: Pange lingua gloriosi proelim certaminis
Author: Venantius Fortunatus, 530-600
Translator: John Mason Neale, 1818-1866
Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7
Language: English
Publication Date: 2010
Topic: Hymns for the Church Year: Passion and Holy Week
Source: Other translators: Editors of Hymns Ancient and Modern
Tune Information
Name: PANGE LINGUA
Arranger: Michael Fleming, 1928-
Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7
Key: c minor or modal
Source: Plainsong, Mode III
Copyright: Accompaniment © Hymns Ancient and Modern (admin. Hope Publishing Co.)



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