1 As royal banners are unfurled,
the cross displays its mystery:
the Maker of our flesh, in flesh,
impaled and hanging helplessly.
2 Already deeply wounded: see
his side now riven by a spear,
and all our sins are swept away
by blood and water flowing here.
3 See everything the prophets wrote
fulfilled in its totality,
and tell the nations of the world
our God is reigning from the tree.
4 This tree, ablaze with royal light
and with the blood-red robe it wears,
is hallowed and embellished by
the weight of holiness it bears.
5 Stretched like a balance here, his arms
have gauged the price of wickedness;
but, hanging here, his love outweighs
hell's unforgiving bitterness.
6 The Saviour, victim, sacrifice
is, through his dying glorified;
his life is overcome by death
and leaps up, sweeping death aside.
7 We hail the cross, faith's one true hope:
God's passion set in time and space,
by which our guilt is blotted out,
engulfed in such stupendous grace. Amen.
|First Line:||As royal banners are unfurled|
|Title:||As Royal Banners Are Unfurled|
|Author:||Venantius Fortunatus (540?-600?)|
|Translator:||Alan Gaunt (1935-)|
|Scripture:||John 18:33-37; 1 Corinthians 1:18-31; Galatians 3:6-14; Philippians 2:5-11; Hebrews 12:1-3|
|Topic:||Holy Week (Good Friday)|
|Copyright:||© 1991 Stainer & Bell Ltd. / Hope Publishing Co.|
|Composer:||Percy Carter Buck (1871-1947)|
|Key:||G Major or modal|
|Copyright:||© Oxford University Press|