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<h2>SING, MY TONGUE, THE GLORIOUS BATTLE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.” 2 Corinthians 10:3-4</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_neale_jm.jpg" alt="John Mason Neale (1818-1866)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="141.333333333333" height="201.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> Venantius Honorius Clementianus Fortunatus, 569 (<em>Pange lingua gloriosi proelium certaminis</em>); translated from Latin to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_e_dearmer_p.html" target="_blank">Percy Dearmer</a>, 1931, and <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neale_jm.html" target="_blank">John Mason Neale</a>.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Picardy,” French carol melody; harmony from <em>The English Hymnal</em>, 1906 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_picardy.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle,<br>
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Sing the ending of the fray;<br>
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Now above the cross, the trophy,<br>
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Sound the loud triumphant lay:<br>
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Tell how Christ the world’s Redeemer,<br>
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As a victim won the day.</p>
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<p>He, our Maker, deeply grieving<br>
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That the first made Adam fell,<br>
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When he ate the fruit forbidden<br>
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Whose reward was death and hell,<br>
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Marked e’en then this Tree the ruin<br>
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Of the first tree to dispel.</p>
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<p>Tell how, when at length the fullness,<br>
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Of th’appointed time was come,<br>
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Christ, the Word, was born of woman,<br>
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Left for us His heavenly home;<br>
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Showed us human life made perfect,<br>
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Shone as light amid the gloom.</p>
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<p>Lo! He lies an Infant weeping,<br>
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Where the narrow manger stands,<br>
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While the Mother-Maid His members<br>
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Wraps in mean and lowly bands,<br>
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And the swaddling clothes is winding<br>
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Round His helpless feet and hands.</p>
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<p>Thus, with thirty years accomplished,<br>
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Went He forth from Nazareth,<br>
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Destined, dedicated, willing,<br>
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Wrought His work, and met His death.<br>
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Like a lamb He humbly yielded<br>
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On the cross His dying breath.</p>
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<p>There the nails and spears He suffers,<br>
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Vinegar, and gall, and reed;<br>
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From His sacred body piercèd<br>
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Blood and water both proceed;<br>
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Precious flood, which all creation<br>
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From the stain of sin hath freed.</p>
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<p>Faithful cross, thou sign of triumph,<br>
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Now for us the noblest tree,<br>
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None in foliage, none in blossom,<br>
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None in fruit thy peer may be;<br>
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Symbol of the world’s redemption,<br>
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For the weight that hung on thee!</p>
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<p>Bend thy boughs, O tree of glory!<br>
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Thy relaxing sinews bend;<br>
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For awhile the ancient rigor<br>
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That thy birth bestowed, suspend;<br>
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And the King of heavenly beauty<br>
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On thy bosom gently tend!</p>
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<p>Thou alone wast counted worthy<br>
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This world’s ransom to sustain,<br>
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That a shipwrecked race forever<br>
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Might a port of refuge gain,<br>
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With the sacred blood anointed<br>
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Of the Lamb of sinners slain.</p>
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<p>To the Trinity be glory<br>
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Everlasting, as is meet:<br>
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Equal to the Father, equal<br>
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To the Son, and Paraclete:<br>
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God the Three in One, Whose praises<br>
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All created things repeat.</p>
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