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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.
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Tell how, when at length the fullness
Of the-appointed time was come,
He, the Word, was born of woman,
Left for us His Father’s home,
Showed to men the perfect manhood,
Shone as light amidst the gloom.
3
Thus, with thirty years accomplished,
Went He forth from Nazareth,
Destined, dedicate, and willing,
Wrought His work, and met His death;
Like a lamb He humbly yielded
On the cross His dying breath.
4
Faithful cross, thou sign of triumph,
Now for man 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!
5
Unto God be praise and glory:
To the Father and the Son,
To the-eternal Spirit, honour
Now and evermore be done;
Praise and glory in the highest,
While the timeless ages run.