Venantius Fortunatus, 569
The royal banners forward go; The cross shines forth in mystic glow Where He in flesh, our flesh who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid; 2. Where deep for us the spear was dyed, 3. Fulfilled is all that David told | 4. O Tree of beauty, Tree of light, O Tree with royal purple dight; Elect, on whose triumphal breast Those holy limbs should find their rest; 5. On whose dear arms, so widely flung, 6. O Cross, our one reliance, hail! |
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