| Pange lingua gloriosiLauream certaminis,
 Et super Crucis trophæo
 Dic triumphum nobilem:
 Qualiter Redemptor orbis
 Immolatus vicerit.
De parentis protoplastiFraude Factor condolens,
 Quando pomi noxialis
 In necem morsu ruit:
 Ipse lignum tunc notavit,
 Damna ligni ut solveret.
Hoc opus nostræ salutisOrdo depoposcerat;
 Multiformis proditoris
 Ars ut artem falleret,
 Et medelam ferret inde,
 Hostis unde læserat.
Quando venit ergo sacriPlenitudo temporis,
 Missus est ab arce Patris
 Natus, orbis Conditor;
 Atque ventre virginali
 Carne amictus prodiit.
Vagit infans inter arctaConditus præsepia:
 Membra pannis envoluta
 Vrigo Mater alligat:
 Et Dei manus pedesque
 Stricta cingit fascia.
Lustra sex qui jam peregit,Tempus implens corporis,
 Sponte libera Redemptor
 Passioni deditus,
 Agnus in Crucis levatur
 Immolandus stipite.
Felle potus ecce languet:Spina, clavi, lancea
 Mite corpus perforarunt:
 Unda manat, et cruor:
 Terra, pontus, astra, mundus,
 Quo lavantur flumine!
Crux fidelis, inter omnesArbor una nobilis:
 Silva talem nulla profert
 Fronde, flore, germine:
 Dulce ferrum, dulce lignum,
 Dulce pondus sustinent.
Flecte ramos arbor alta,Tensa laxa viscera,
 Et rigor lentescat ille,
 Quem dedit nativitas;
 Et superni membra regis
 Tende miti stipite.
Sola digna tu fuistiFerre mundi victimam;
 Atque portum præparare
 Arco mundo naufrago,
 Quam sacer cruor perunxit,
 Fusus Agni corpore.
Sempiterna sit beatæTrinitati gloria,
 Æqua Patri, Filioque;
 Par decus Paraclito:
 Unius Trinique nomen
 Laudet universitas.
 | Sing, my tongue, the glorious battleSing the last, the dread affray;
 O’er the Cross, the victor’s trophy,
 Sound the high triumphal lay:
 Tell how Christ, the world’s Redeemer,
 As a victim won the day.
God, His Maker, sorely grievingThat the first-made Adam fell,
 When he ate the fruit of sorrow,
 Whose reward was death and hell,
 Noted then this Wood, the ruin
 Of the ancient wood to quell.
For the work of our salvationNeeds would have his order so,
 And the multiform deceiver’s
 Art by art would overthrow,
 And from thence would bring the med’cine
 Whence the insult of the foe.
Wherefore, when the sacred fulnessOf the appointed time was come,
 This world’s Maker left His Father,
 Sent the heav’nly mansion from,
 And proceeded, God Incarnate,
 Of the Virgin’s holy womb.
Weeps the Infant in the mangerThat in Bethlehem’s stable stands;
 And His limbs the Virgin Mother
 Doth compose is swaddling bands,
 Meetly thus in linen folding
 Of her God the feet and hands.
Thirty years among us dwelling,His appointed time 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.
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 from stain are free.
Faithful Cross! above all other,One and only noble Tree!
 None in foliage, none in blossom,
 None in fruit thy peers 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 heavenly beauty
 On thy bosom gently tend!
Thou alone wast counted worthyThis world’s ransom to uphold;
 For a shipwrecked race preparing
 Harbor, like the Ark of old;
 With the sacred Blood anointed
 From the smitten lamb that rolled.
To the Trinity be gloryEverlasting, as is meet;
 Equal to the Father, equal
 To the Son, and Paraclete:
 Trinal Unity, whose praises
 All created things repeat.
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