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We sing the praise of Him Who died
Author: T. Kelly Hymnal: CHRC1920 #101 (1920) Lyrics: 1 We sing the praise of Him Who died,
Of Him Who died upon the Cross;
The sinner's hope let men deride:
For this we count the world but loss.
2 Inscribed upon the Cross we see
In shining letters, God is love:
He bears our sins upon the Tree:
He brings us mercy from above.
3 The Cross--it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.
4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The angels' theme in heaven above. Topics: Lent Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: BRESLAU
We sing the praise of Him Who died
When I survey the wondrous Cross
Author: I. Watts Hymnal: CHRC1920 #102 (1920) Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the Cross of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Topics: Lent Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM
When I survey the wondrous Cross
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Author: W. Shirley Hymnal: CHRC1920 #103 (1920) Lyrics: 1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the Cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Here I kneel in wonder, viewing
Mercy poured in streams of blood;
Precious drops, for pardon suing,
Make and plead my peace with God.
3 Truly blessed is the station,
Low before His Cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Pleading in His dying eye.
4 Here I find my hope of heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Loving much, and much forgiven,
Let my heart o'erflow with praise.
5 Lord, in loving contemplation
Fix my heart and eyes on Thee,
Till I taste Thy full salvation,
And Thine unveiled glories see.
6 For Thy sorrows I adore Thee,
For the griefs that wrought our peace;
Gracious Saviour, I implore Thee,
In my heart Thy love increase. Topics: Lent Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: BATTY
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
O come and mourn with me awhile
Author: F. W. Faber Hymnal: CHRC1920 #104 (1920) Lyrics: 1 O come and mourn with me awhile;
And tarry here the Cross beside,
O come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
2 Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
3 Seven times He spake, seven words of love;
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
4 O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act your strength is tried;
And victory remains with love;
For Thou, our Lord, art crucified!
Topics: Lent Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
O come and mourn with me awhile
O sacred Head surrounded
Author: H. W. Baker; St. Bernard Hymnal: CHRC1920 #105 (1920) Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head surrounded
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head, so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.
2 I see Thy strength and vigour,
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel rigour,
Bereaving Thee of life;
O agony and dying!
O love to sinners free!
Jesus, all grace supplying,
O turn Thy face on me.
3 In this, Thy bitter Passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy Cross abiding
For ever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.
4 Be near when I am dying;
O show Thy Cross to me:
And to my succour flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he, who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.
Topics: Lent Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O sacred Head surrounded
In His own raiment clad
Author: E. Monroe Hymnal: CHRC1920 #106 (1920) Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION
1 In His own raiment clad,
With His blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing
By His side.
2 Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help Him waits
At the gate.
3 See! they are travelling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.
4 O whither wandering
Bear they that tree?
He who first carries it
Who is He?
II. THE ANSWER
5 Follow to Calvary;
Tread where He trod,
He who for ever was Son of God.
6 You who would love Him stand,
Gaze at His face:
Tarry a while on your
Earthly race.
7 As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.
8 Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?
III. THE STORY OF THE CROSS
9 On the Cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that Cross for us,
Son of Man.
10 Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed,
Us alone.
11 No pillow under Thee
To rest Thy head;
Only the splintered Cross
Is Thy bed.
12 Nails pierced Thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.
13 Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinsfolk stand
Far away.
14 Loud is Thy bitter cry;
Sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding head
Without rest.
15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee:
Can it, my Saviour, be
All for me?
16 Gazing, afar from Thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou
Callest Thine own
17 I see Thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
"Jesus of Nazareth,"
King of Love.
18 What, O my Saviour,
Here didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and
Die for me?
IV. THE APPEAL
19 Child of My grief and pain,
Watched by My love;
I came to call Thee to
Realms above.
20 I saw thee wandering
Far off from Me:
In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.
21 For thee My blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For Mine own.
22 Weep thou not for My grief,
Child of My love:
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.
V. THE RESPONSE
23 O I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,
Thro' the deep shades of life
To the goal.
24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne
Each day by me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with Thee.
25 Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
Topics: Lent Holy Week; Lent The Story of the Cross Languages: English Tune Title: CRUX
In His own raiment clad
Jesu, in Thy dying woes
Author: T. B. Pollock Hymnal: CHRC1920 #107 (1920) Lyrics: Part I
"Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do."--St. Luke, xxiii. 34.
1 Jesu, in Thy dying woes,
Even while Thy life-blood flows,
Craving pardon for Thy foes:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
2 Saviour, for our pardon sue,
When our sins Thy pangs renew,
For we know not what we do:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
3 O may we, who mercy need,
Be like Thee in heart and deed,
When with wrong our spirits bleed;
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
Part II
"To-day shalt thou be with Me in Paradise." St. Luke xxiii. 43
1 Jesu, pitying the sighs
Of the thief, who near Thee dies,
Promising him Paradise:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
2 May we, in our guilt and shame,
Still Thy love and mercy claim,
Calling humbly on Thy Name:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
3 O remember us who pine,
Looking from our cross to Thine;
Cheer our souls with hope divine:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
Part III
'Woman, behold thy son!" "Behold thy mother!" St. John, xix. 26, 27
1 Jesu, loving to the end
Her whose heart Thy sorrows rend,
And Thy dearest human friend,
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
2 May we in Thy sorrows share,
And for Thee all peril dare,
And enjoy Thy tender care:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
3 May we all Thy loved ones be,
All one holy family,
Loving for the love of Thee:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
Part IV
"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" St. Matt. xxvii. 46
1 Jesu, whelmed in fears unknown,
With our evil left alone,
While no light from heav'n is shown:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
2 When we vainly seem to pray,
And our hope seems far away,
In the darkness be our stay:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
3 Though no Father seem to hear,
Though no light our spirits cheer,
Tell our faith that God is near:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
Part V
"I thirst."--St. John, xix. 28
1 Jesu, in Thy thirst and pain,
While Thy wounds Thy life-blood drain,
Thirsting more our love to gain:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
2 Thirst for us in mercy still;
All Thy holy work fulfil:
Satisfy Thy loving will:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
3 May we thirst Thy love to know;
Lead us in our sin and woe
Where the healing waters flow;
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
Part VI
"It is finished."--St. John, xix. 30
1 Jesu, all our ransom paid,
All Thy Father's will obeyed,
By Thy suff-rings perfect made:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
2 Save us in our soul's distress,
Be our help to cheer and bless,
While we grow in holiness:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
3 Brighten all our heav'nward way,
With an ever holier ray,
Till we pass to perfect day:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
Part VII
"Father, into Thy hands I commend my spirit." St. Luke, xxiii. 46
1 Jesu, all Thy labour vast,
All Thy woe and conflict past,
Yielding up Thy soul at last:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
2 When the death shades round us lower,
Guard us from the tempter's power,
Keep us in that trial hour:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
3 May Thy life and death supply
Grace to live and grace to die,
Grace to reach the home on high:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
Topics: Lent Holy Week; Lent The Words on the Cross Languages: English Tune Title: LITANY NO. 10
Jesu, in Thy dying woes
At the Cross her station keeping
Author: R. Mant; E. Caswall Hymnal: CHRC1920 #108 (1920) Lyrics: 1 At the Cross her station keeping
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Where He hung, the dying Lord,
For her soul of joy bereaved,
Bowed with anguish deeply grieved,
Felt the sharp and piercing sword.
2 O how sad and sore distressed
Now was she, that mother blessed
Of the sole-begotten One,
Deep the woe of her affliction,
When she saw the crucifixion
Of her ever-glorious Son.
3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
Pierced by anguish so amazing,
Born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking,
Such a cup of sorrow drinking,
Would not share her sorrows deep?
4 For His people's sins chastised,
She beheld her Son despised,
Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;
Saw Him then from judgment taken,
And in death by all forsaken,
Till His spirit He resigned.
5 Jesus, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Fount of love, Redeemer kind;
That my heart fresh ardour gaining,
And a purer love attaining,
May with Thee acceptance find. Topics: Lent Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the Cross her station keeping
Resting from His work today
Author: F. Whytehead Hymnal: CHRC1920 #109 (1920) Lyrics: 1 Resting from His work today,
In the tomb the Saviour lay;
Still He slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.
2 Late at even there was seen
Watching long the Magdalene;
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful she took her way
To the holy garden glade,
Where her buried Lord was laid.
3 So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend:
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where in pure embalmed cell
None but Thou may ever dwell.
4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering;
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around;
And in patient watch remain
Till my Lord appear again. Topics: Lent Easter Even Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD, No. 76
Resting from His work today
The grave itself a garden is
Author: C. Wordsworth Hymnal: CHRC1920 #110 (1920) Lyrics: 1 The grave itself a garden is,
Where loveliest flow'rs abound;
Since Christ, our never-fading life,
Sprang from that holy ground.
2 O give us grace to die to sin,
That we, O Lord, may have
A holy, happy rest in Thee,
A Sabbath in the grave.
3 Thou, Lord, baptized in Tine own blood,
And buried in the grave,
Didst raise Thyself to endless life,
Omnipotent to save.
4 Baptized into Thy death we died,
And buried were with Thee,
That we might live with Thee to God,
And ever blest might be.
5 Lord, through the grave and gate of death
May we, with Thee, arise
To an eternal Easter-day
Of glory in the skies! Topics: Lent Easter Even Languages: English Tune Title: DALEHURST
The grave itself a garden is
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