Scripture Verse

He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5

Introduction

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John M. Neale (1818–1866)

Words: Ve­nan­ti­us For­tu­na­tus, 569 (Lus­tra sex qui jam pe­racts). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by John M. Neale, The Hym­nal Not­ed (Lon­don & New York: No­vel­lo, Ew­er & Com­pa­ny, 1851), num­ber 24.

Music: Pi­ca­rdy French car­ol me­lo­dy. Har­mo­ny from The Eng­lish Hym­nal (Lon­don: Ox­ford Uni­ver­si­ty Press, 1906), num­ber 318 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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The cross is called faith­ful, be­cause it ful­filled the ma­ny pro­mis­es of God touch­ing the sal­va­tion of man­kind.

Thy peers may be. That is, can be thy equals.

As the ark pre­pared a re­fuge for all those that were saved from the flood, so the on­ly means of sal­va­tion for this rui­ned world is the Cross.

John Mason Neale
A Short Com­men­ta­ry on the Hym­nal Noted, 1852, p. 22


Stanza [iv] is per­haps a re­fer­ence to the an­cient be­lief that the cross of Christ was made from a part of a tree which sprang from a seed or bough of the Tree of Life; this seed or bough ha­ving been ac­cord­ing to one ver­sion gi­ven to Ad­am be­fore his ex­pul­sion from Pa­ra­dise, or ac­cord­ing to an­oth­er ver­sion, gi­ven to Seth by the an­gel who guard­ed the Gard­en of Ed­en (see the Me­di­ae­val forms of this le­gend in S. Bar­ing-Gould’s Cu­ri­ous Myths of the Mid­dle Ag­es, No. XV, The Le­gend of the Cross).

It is said that among the rel­ics pro­cured by Rha­de­gun­da for the Church at Poi­ti­ers was a pa­rt­icle of the (so-called) True Cross…

In stanza x. the cross seems to be re­gard­ed, by a change of fi­gure, as the ship in which the faith­ful safe­ly ride ov­er the waves of this trou­ble­some world, af­ter those waves have been smoothed for them by the anoint­ing oil that flowed from the wounds of the Lamb of God.

James Mearns, Vi­car of Rush­den, Bunt­ing­ford. Ju­lian, p. 880

Lyrics

Thirty years among us dwell­ing,
His ap­point­ed time ful­filled,
Born for this, He meets His Pas­sion,
For that this He free­ly willed:
On the cross the Lamb is lift­ed,
Where His life-blood shall be spilled.

He en­dured the nails, the spit­ting,
Vinegar, and spear, and reed;
From that ho­ly bo­dy brok­en
Blood and wa­ter forth pro­ceed:
Earth, and stars, and sky, and ocean
By that flood from stain are freed.

Faithful cross! above all oth­er
One and on­ly no­ble tree!
None in fo­liage, none in blos­som,
None in fruit thy peers may be:
Sweetest wood and sweet­est ir­on!
Sweetest weight is hung on thee.

Bend thy boughs, O tree of glo­ry!
Thy re­lax­ing si­news bend;
For awhile the an­cient ri­gor,
That thy birth be­stowed, sus­pend:
And the King of hea­ven­ly beau­ty
On thy bos­om gent­ly tend!

Thou alone wast count­ed wor­thy
This world’s ran­som to up­hold;
For a shipw­recked race pre­par­ing
Harbor, like the ark of old;
With the sac­red blood anoint­ed
From the smit­ten Lamb that rolled.

To the Tri­ni­ty be glo­ry
Everlasting, as is meet;
Equal to the Fa­ther, eq­ual
To the Son and Pa­ra­clete:
Trinal Uni­ty, whose prais­es
All cre­at­ed things re­peat.