Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle, sing the ending of the fray, o'er the cross, the victor's trophy, sound the loud triumphant lay: tell how Christ, the world's Redeemer, as a victim won the day. God in pity saw man fallen, shamed and sunk in misery, when he fell on death by tasting fruit of the forbidden tree: then another tree was chosen which the world from death should free. Therefore when the appointed fullness of the holy time was come, he was sent who maketh all things forth from God's eternal home: thus he came to earth, incarnate, offspring of a maiden's womb. Thirty years among us dwelling, now at length his hour fulfilled, born for this, he meets his Passion, for that this he freely willed, on the cross the Lamb is lifted, where his life-blood shall be spilled. To the Trinity be glory, to the Father and the Son, with the co-eternal Spirit, ever Three and ever One, one in love and one in splendor, while unending ages run. Amen.
