Fulfilled is each prophetic word, O ever honored, glorious tree! How blest upon whose arm outspread, As in a balance hung, The world's great ransom bowed His head, While hell with curses rung. Hail, Cross of Christ! man's only hope; Dear Lord, the exhaustless fountains ope, And wash our sins away. Source of all good, great Three in One, All souls give praise to Thee; Add Thou to what the Cross hath done, Our crown of victory. 2. The thirty years have all been passed, Gall to His parched lip they bear, With thorn, and nail, and piercing spear, They rouse His flesh to anguished throes. Forth then the healing torrent flows, Water and blood, whose cleansing wave Rolls on, earth, sea, and stars to lave. O faithful Cross! thou noblest tree, In earth's wide forests there doth shine, Bend down thine arms thou lofty tree, And strive with gentlest, tenderest care, Only to Thee was honor given, To lift on high the Lamb from Heaven, Sole refuge in sin's deluge dark, Thou only O thrice honored wood, Wert moistened with the Saviour's blood. Let everlasting glory be, To Father, Spirit, and to Son, And let all things and creatures join, GOD SPARED NOT HIS OWN SON. Hymns for Easter, AND THE PASCHAL SEASON. 1. Passed the Red and angry sea, We who strove so doubtfully, He whose love surpassing thought, Offering of immortal food, Love the Priest, the Victim Love, |