[gregorian chants – faithful cross]

[gregorian chants – faithful cross]

My mind is going nuts. I think it is looking for an escape and the only escape from work these days seems to be different languages (besides the standard combination of English / Russian / Ukrainian). About 2 weeks ago it was French (which I do not like even, but I cannot resist Hugo’s Notre Dame de Paris and the voice of Garou)… last week for some reason I launched into Greek (see the post right below this one), this week I guess it’s Latin. for three days I have been listening to Gregorian Chants and just today I think I have listened to Faithful Cross (aka Crux Fidelis) for more than 15 times… I just played and played and played it.

I love how the song tells the Story.

Faithful Cross! Above all other,
One and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be;
Sweetest Wood and sweetest Iron!
Sweetest Weight is hung on thee.

Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle
Sing the last, the dread affray;
O’er the Cross, the victor’s trophy,
Sound the high triumphal lay:
Tell how Christ, the world’s Redeemer,
As a victim won the day.

Faithful Cross! Above all other,
One and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be;

God, His Maker, sorely grieving
That the first-made Adam fell,
When he ate the fruit of sorrow,
Whose reward was death and hell,
Noted then this Wood, the ruin
Of the ancient wood to quell.

Sweetest Wood and sweetest Iron!
Sweetest Weight is hung on thee!

For the work of our salvation
Needs would have his order so,
And the multiform deceiver’s
Art by art would overthrow,
And from thence would bring the med’cine
Whence the insult of the foe.

Faithful Cross! Above all other,
One and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be;

Wherefore, when the sacred fullness
Of the appointed time was come,
This world’s Maker left His Father,
Sent the heav’nly mansion from,
And proceeded God Incarnate,
Of the Virgin’s holy womb.

Sweetest Wood and sweetest Iron!
Sweetest Weight is hung on thee!

Weeps the Infant in the manger
That in Bethlehem’s stable stands;
And His limbs the Virgin Mother
Doth compose in swaddling bands,
Meekly thus in linen folding
Of her God the feet and hands.

Faithful Cross! Above all other,
One and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be;

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

Sweetest Wood and sweetest Iron!
Sweetest Weight is hung on thee!

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 free.

Faithful Cross! Above all other,
One and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be;

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!

Sweetest Wood and sweetest Iron!
Sweetest Weight is hung on thee.

Thou alone were 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.

Faithful Cross! Above all other,
One and only noble Tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be;

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