His very life in blood he spilt.
Accomplished now is what was told
By David in his psalm of old,
Who saith,[5] “The heathen world shall see
God as their King upon the tree.”
O tree, renowned and shining high,
Thy crimson is a royal dye!
Elect from such a worthy root
To bear those holy limbs, thy fruit.
Blessèd upon whose branches then