Now My Soul, Thy Voice Uprising (The English Hymnal No. 623)

Please subscribe to this YouTube Channel! At the entrance into the Choir Prome vocem, mens, canoram 1. Now my soul, thy voice upraising, / Tell in sweet and mournful strain / How the Crucified, enduring / Grief and wounds, and dying pain, / Freely of his love was offered, / Sinless was for sinners slain. 2. See, his hands and feet are fastened! / So he makes his people free; / Not a wound whence Blood is flowing / But a fount of grace shall be; / Yea, the very nails which nail him / Nail us also to the Tree. 3. Jesu, may those precious fountains / Drink to thirsting souls afford; / Let them be our cup and healing, / And at length our full reward: / So a ransomed world shall ever / Praise thee, its redeeming Lord. / Amen. Words: Claude de Santeuil, Melody: Samuel Webbe, Video: Michael-Hubert Lamla https://www.michael-lamla.de