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74. When on the cross the Savior hung

1 When on the cross the Savior hung,
And that sore load that on Him weighed
With bitter pangs His nature wrung,
Seven words amid His pain He said:
O let them well to heart be laid!

2 "Father, forgive these men," He spake,
"For lo! they know not what they do;
Nor of my sufferings vengeance take!"
And when we sin in weakness, too,
For us, dear Lord, this prayer renew!

3 He thought upon the thief, and said,--
"Thou shalt behold my Paradise
With me, ere yet this day be fled."
Lord, see us too with pitying eyes,
And raise us from our miseries!

4 His mother stood beside Him there;
"Behold thy son! And let her find
A son, O John, in thy true care."
Lord, care for those we leave behind,
Nor let the world prove all unkind!

5 Once more He saith:--"I thirst, I thirst!"
O Prince of Life! that we might be
Rescued from death, Thou dar'st the worst.
So dost Thou long to set us free;
Not fruitless be that thirst in Thee!

6 Again, "My God, My God," He cried,
"Ah why dost Thou forsake me thus?"
Thou art forsaken at this tide,
To win acceptance, Lord, for us;
O comfort deep and marvelous!

7 He saith--"Lo! it is finished now!"
Savior, thy perfect work is done!
O make us faithful, Lord, as Thou,
No trial and no cross to shun,
Till all Thou lay'st on us be done.

8 At last,--"My Father, to Thine hands
My parting soul I now commend."
Lord, when my spirit trembling stands
Upon life's verge, this cry I send
To Thee, and with Thy words I end.

9 Whoso shall ponder oft these words
When long-past sins his soul alarm,
Shall find the hope Thy cross accords,
And in Thy grace a healing balm
That brings the wounded conscience calm.

10 Lord Jesus Christ, who diedst for us,
This one thing grant us evermore;
To ponder o'er Thy passion thus,
Till truer, deeper than before,
We learn to love Thee and adore!

Text Information
First Line: When on the cross the Savior hung
Author (attributed to): David Denike (1646)
Author (attributed to): Justus Gesenius (1646)
Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1863)
Meter: No. 40
Language: English
Publication Date: 1908
Topic: The Church Year: Passion
Notes: From the German text: Da Jesus an des Kreuzes Stamm
Tune Information
Name: GESENIUS (Da Jesus an dem Kreuze stund)
Meter: No. 40
Key: a minor
Source: Valintine Babst's G. B., Leipzig, 1545

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