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Jesus, Refuge of the weary

Author: Girolamo Savonarola, d. 1498; Jane Francesca Wilde Hymnal: LHTC1918 #92b (1917) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Refuge of the weary, Object of the spirit's love, Fountain in life's desert dreary, Saviour from the world above: O how oft Thine eyes, offended, Gaze upon the sinner's fall; Yet upon the Cross extended, Thou didst bear the pain of all. 2 Do we pass that Cross unheeding, Breathing no repentant vow, Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding, See Thy thorn-encircled brow? Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us Life eternal, peace, and rest; Only what Thy grace hath taught us Calms the sinner's stormy breast. 3 Jesus, may our hearts be burning With more fervent love for Thee; May our eyes be ever turning To Thy Cross of agony; Till in glory, parted never From the blessèd Saviour's side, Graven in our hearts forever Dwell the Cross, the Crucified. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: SAVONAROLA

Go to dark Gethsemane

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: LHTC1918 #93a (1917) Lyrics: 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with Him one bitter hour; Turn not from His griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall; View the Lord of life arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs His soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of Him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own Sacrifice complete: "It is finished," hear Him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid His breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom; Who hath taken Him away? Christ is ris'n!--He meets our eyes: Saviour, teach us so to rise. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD No. 76

Go to dark Gethsemane

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: LHTC1918 #93b (1917) Lyrics: 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with Him one bitter hour; Turn not from His griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall; View the Lord of life arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs His soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of Him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own Sacrifice complete: "It is finished," hear Him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid His breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom; Who hath taken Him away? Christ is ris'n!--He meets our eyes: Saviour, teach us so to rise. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD No. 76

Now, my soul, thy voice upraising

Author: Claude de Santeüil; John Chandler Hymnal: LHTC1918 #94 (1917) Lyrics: 1 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, Sing aloud in mournful strain Of the sorrows most amazing, And the agonizing pain, Which our Saviour Sinless bore, for sinners slain. 2 He the ruthless scourge enduring, Ransom for our sins to pay, Sinners by His own stripes curing, Raising those who wounded lay, Bore our sorrow, And removed our pains away. 3 He to liberty restored us By the very bonds He bare; And His nail-pierced limbs afford us Each a stream of mercy rare: Lo! He draws us To the Cross, and keeps us there. 4 When His painful life was ended, Then the spear transfixed His side: Blood and water thence descended, Pouring forth a double tide: This to cleanse us, That to heal us is applied. 5 Jesus! may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our souls afford; May we, now Thy love possessing, And at length our full reward, Ever praise Thee, As our ever-glorious Lord! Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: ST. AUSTIN

Lord, Thy Death and Passion give

Author: Johann Heermann; Catherin Winkworth Hymnal: LHTC1918 #95 (1917) Lyrics: 1 Lord, Thy Death and Passion give Strength and comfort in my need. Every hour while here I live On Thy love my soul shall feed. Thou didst death for me endure, And I fly all thoughts impure; Thinking on Thy bitter pains, Hushed in prayer my heart remains. 2 Thy blest Cross hath power to heal All the wounds of sin and strife. Lost in Thee, my heart doth feel Sudden warmth and nobler life. In my saddest, darkest grief, Let Thy sweetness bring relief. Thou Who camest but to save, Thou Who fearest not the grave! 3 Lord, in Thee I place my trust, Thou art my Defense and Tower; Death Thou treadest in the dust, O'er my soul he hath no power. That I may have part in Thee, Help and save and comfort me; Give me, of Thy grace and might, Resurrection, life, and light! 4 Fount of good, within me dwell! For the peace Thy presence sheds Keeps us safe in conflict fell, Charms the pain from dying beds. Hide me safe within Thine arm, Where no foe can hurt or harm; Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest, He hath conquered, he is blest. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: CHRISTE, WAHRES SEELENLICHT

My Lord, my Master, at Thy feet adoring

Author: Jacques Bridaine, d. 1767; Thomas Benson Pollock Hymnal: LHTC1918 #96 (1917) Lyrics: 1 My Lord, my Master, at Thy feet adoring, I see Thee bow'd beneath Thy load of woe: For me, a sinner, is Thy life-blood pouring; For Thee, my Saviour, scarce my tears will flow. 2 Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold Thee, With friendship's kiss and loyal word he came: How oft of faithful love my lips have told Thee, While Thou hast seen my falsehood and my shame! 3 With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems Thy weakness, With blows and outrage adding pain to pain: Thou art unmoved and steadfast in Thy meekness; When I am wrong'd, how quickly I complain! 4 My Lord, my Saviour, when I see Thee wearing Upon Thy bleeding brow, the crown of thorn, Shall I for pleasure live, or shrink from bearing Whate'er my lot may be of pain or scorn? 5 O victim of Thy love! O pangs most healing! O saving death! O fruitful agonies! I pray Thee, Christ, before Thee humbly kneeling, For ever keep Thy Cross before mine eyes. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: WOODLYNN

When I survey the wondrous Cross

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: LHTC1918 #97a (1917) 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 Death 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. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: BRESLAU

When I survey the wondrous Cross

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: LHTC1918 #97b (1917) 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 Death 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. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM

Christ the Life of all the living

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Ernst Christoph Homburg Hymnal: LHTC1918 #98 (1917) Lyrics: 1 Christ the Life of all the living, Christ the Death of death, our foe, Who Thyself for us once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah Thou, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, O Thou sinless Son of God, Only thus for me to win Rescue from the bonds of sin; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Thou didst bear the smiting only That it might not fall on me; Stoodest falsely charged and lonely, That I might be safe and free; Comfortless that I might know Comfort from Thy boundless woe. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Blessèd Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Then for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee with my latest breath For Thy sad and cruel death, For that last and bitter cry; Praise Thee evermore on high. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN

O Sacred Head, now wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt; James Waddell Alexander Hymnal: LHTC1918 #99 (1917) Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thy only crown! O Sacred Head, what glory, What bliss, till now, was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Was all for sinners' gain: Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. 3 Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! 'Tis I deserve Thy place! Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Receive me, my Redeemer; My Shepherd, make me Thine! Of every good the Fountain, Thou art the Spring of mine! 4 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end! O make me Thine for ever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to Thee. 5 Be near when I am dying; O! show Thy Cross to me; Lord, on Thy help relying Come Thou and set me free; These eyes, new faith receiving, From Thee shall never move; For he who dies believing, Dies safely in Thy love. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORAL