Vexilla Regis | The Triumph of the Holy Cross

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The Royal Banner forward goes,

The mystic Cross refulgent glows:

Where He, in Flesh, flesh who made,

Upon the Tree of pain is laid.

Behold! The nails with anguish fierce,

His outstretched arms and vitals pierce:

Here our redemption to obtain,

The Mighty Sacrifice is slain.

Here the fell spear his wounded side

With ruthless onset opened wide:

To wash us in that cleansing flood,

Thence mingled Water flowed, and Blood.

Fulfilled is all that David told

In true prophetic song, of old:

Unto the nations, lo! saith he,

Our God hath reignèd from the Tree.

O Tree! In radiant beauty bright!

With regal purple meetly dight!

Thou chosen stem! divinely graced,

Which hath those Holy Limbs embraced!

How blest thine arms, beyond compare,

Which Earth's Eternal Ransom bare!

That Balance where His Body laid,

The spoil of vanquished Hell outweighed.

Hail wondrous Altar! Victim hail!

Thy Glorious Passion shall avail!

Where death Life's very Self endured,

Yet life by that same Death secured.

O Cross! all hail! sole hope, abide

With us now in this Passion-tide:

New grace in pious hearts implant,

And pardon to the guilty grant!

Thee, mighty Trinity! One God!

Let every living creature laud;

Whom by the Cross Thou dost deliver,

O guide and govern now and ever! Amen.