Our Lord the path of suffering trod

Our Lord the path of suffering trod;
and, since his sacred blood hath flowed,
'tis meet that man should yield to God
the life he owed. Alleluia!

No shame to own the Crucified!
Nay, 'tis our immortality
that we confess our God who died,
and for him die. Alleluia!

Seeing above the golden crown,
into death's arms he willing goes:
dying, he conquers death; o'erthrown,
o'erthrows his foes. Alleluia!

Lord, make us thine own soldiers true;
that we may gain the spirit pure,
and for thy Name, thy cross in view,
all things endure. Alleluia!

Eternal Father of the world,
eternal Word, we thee adore,
eternal Spirit, God and Lord
for evermore. Alleluia!

Words: Jean Baptiste de Santeüil, 1686;
trans. Isaac Williams, 1839

Music: Heut' triumphiert (Salus mortalium)

Meter: 88 84 with Alleluia

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