Sing, my tongue, how glorious battle
Glorious victory became;
And above the cross, his trophy,
Tell the triumph and the fame:
Tell how he, the earth's Redeemer,
By his death for man o'ercame.
Thirty years fulfilled among us—
Perfect life in low estate—
Born for this, and self-surrendered,
To his passion dedicate,
On the cross the Lamb is lifted,
For his people immolate.
Unto God be laud and honor:
To the Father, to the Son,
To the mighty Spirit, glory—
Ever three and ever One:
Power and glory in the highest
While eternal ages run.