As they were looking on, so we too gaze on his wounds as he hangs. We see his blood as he dies. We see the price offered by the redeemer, touch the scars of his resurrection. He bows his head, as if to kiss you. His heart is made bare open, as it were, in love to you. His arms are extended that he may embrace you. His whole body is displayed for your redemption. Ponder how great these things are. Let all this be rightly weighed in your mind: as he was once fixed to the cross in every part of his body for you, so he may now be fixed in every part of your soul.
God Has Reigned from a Tree
a hymn for Passiontide by Venantius Fortunatus (c.530-610)
The standards of the King appear,
the mystery of the cross shines out in glory,
the cross on which life suffered death
and by that death gave back life to us. His side, wounded by the spear's cruel point,
poured out water and blood
to wash away the stains of our sins.
The words of David's true prophetic song were fulfilled,
in which he announced to the nations:
"God has reigned from a tree."
Tree of dazzling beauty,
adorned with the purple of the King's blood,
and chosen from a stock
worthy to bear limbs so sacred.
How favoured the tree
on whose branches hung the ransom of the world;
it was made a balance on which his body was weighed,
and bore away the prey that hell had claimed.
Hail, cross, our only hope!
In this season of passiontide
give an increase of grace to the good
and wipe out the sins of the guilty.
Let every spirit praise you,
fount of salvation, Holy Trinity.
On those to whom you have generously given the
victory of the cross,
bestow the reward also. Amen.
No comments:
Post a Comment