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The regal dark mysterious cross

In song is lifted high,

The wood on which our God was raised

As Man against the sky.

Upon this wood his body bore

The nails, the taunts, the spear,

Till water flowed with blood to wash

The whole world free of fear.

At last the song that David sung

Is heard and understood:

“Before the nations God as King

Reigns from his throne of wood.”

This wood now spread with purple wears

The pageantry of kings;

Of chosen stock it dares to hold

On high his tortured limbs.

O blessed Tree, upon whose arms

The world’s own ransom hung;

His body pays our debt and life

From Satan’s grasp is wrung.

O sacred Cross, our steadfast hope

In this, our Passiontide,

Through you the Son obtained for all

Forgiveness as he died.

May every living creature praise

Our God both one and three,

Who rules in everlasting peace

All whom his cross makes free.