See the destined day arise


See the destined day arise!
See a willing sacrifice!
Jesus, to redeem our loss,
hangs upon the shameful cross.

Jesus, who but thou had borne,
lifted on that tree of scorn,
every pang and bitter throe,
finishing thy life of woe?

Who but thou had dared to drain,
steeped in gall, the cup of pain,
and with tender body bear
thorns, and nails, and piercing spear?

Thence the cleansing water flowed,
mingled from thy side with blood;
sign to all attesting eyes
of the finished sacrifice.

Thence the cleansing water flowed,
mingled from thy side with Blood;
sign to all attesting eyes
of the finished sacrifice.

Holy Jesus, grant us peace
in that sacrifice to place
all our trust for life renewed,
pardoned sin and promised good.


Words: Venantius Honorius Clementianus Fortunatus, 569;
trans. Richard Mant, 1837

Music: Halle, Nun komm, Redhead No. 47

Meter: 77 77

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