We adore Thee, O Christ, and we praise Thee –
because, by Thy holy Cross, Thou has redeemed the world.
Gall He drinks, His strength subduing,
Reed and thorn and nail and spear
Plot His gentle frame’s undoing;
Blood and Water thence appear,
With their cleansing tide renewing
Earth and sea and starry sphere.
Hail, true Cross of beauty rarest,
King of all the forest trees;
Leaf and flower and fruit thou barest
Medicine for a world’s disease;
Fairest wood, and iron fairest –
Yet more fair Who hung on thee.
Bend thy branches down to meet Him,
Bend that stubborn heart of thine;
Let thy native force, to greet Him,
All it’s ruggedness resign;
Gently let thy wood entreat Him,
Royal sufferer, and divine.
Victim of our race, He deigned
On thy arms to lay His head;
Thou the ark, whose refuge gained,
Sinful man no more may dread;
Ark, whose planks are deeply stained
With the Blood the Lamb hath shed.
Honour, glory, might and merit
To the eternal Trinity,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
Throned in Heaven co-equally;
All that doth the world inherit,
Praise one God in Persons three.”
– Hymn from Morning Prayer, Good Friday