Faithful Cross, above all others
one and only noble tree;
none in foliage, none in blossom
none in fruit your peer may be;
sweetest wood and sweetest iron!
Sweetest weight on you we see.
Bend your boughs, O Tree of glory,
your relaxing sinews bend;
for a while the ancient rigor,
that your birth bestowed, suspend;
and the King of heavenly beauty
on your bosom gently tend.