Sing, my tongue, the Savior’s glory,
Of His flesh the mystery sing;
Of the blood all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King.
Destined for the world's redemption.
From a noble womb to spring.
Of a pure and spotless virgin,
Born for us on earth below,
He, as man with man conversing,
Stay'd, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He closed in solemn order
Wondrously His life of woe.