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It is a thing most wonderful

Author: W. Walsham How, 1823-1897 Hymnal: Common Praise #109 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 It is a thing most wonderful, almost too wonderful to be, that God's own Son should come from heaven, and die to save a child like me. 2 And yet I know that it is true: he chose a poor and humble lot, and wept and toiled and mourned and died for love of those who loved him not. 3 I cannot tell how he could love a child so weak and full of sin; his love must be most wonderful, if he could die my love to win. 4 I sometimes think about the cross, and shut my eyes, and try to see the cruel nails and crown of thorns, and Jesus crucified for me. 5 But even could I see him die, I could but see a little part of that great love which, like a fire, is always burning in his heart. 6 It is most wonderful to know his love for me so free and sure; but 'tis more wonderful to see my love for him so faint and poor. 7 And yet I want to love thee, Lord; O light the flame within my heart, and I will love thee more and more, until I see thee as thou art. Scripture: 1 John 3:2 Languages: English Tune Title: HERONGATE

Jesu, thy blood and righteousness

Author: N. L. von Zinzendorf, 1700-1760; John Wesley, 1703-1791 Hymnal: Common Praise #111 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Jesu, thy blood and righteousness my beauty are, my glorious dress; midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, with joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in that great day, for to my charge who aught shall lay? Fully absolved through thee I am from sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 Jesu, be endless praise to thee, whose boundless mercy hath for me, for me, a full atonement made, an everlasting ransom paid. 4 Ah! give to all thy servants, Lord, with power to speak thy gracious word, that all who to thy wounds will flee may find eternal life in thee. 5 O let the dead now hear thy voice! Now bid thy banished ones rejoice! Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesu, thy blood and righteousness. Scripture: 1 John 2:1 Languages: English Tune Title: FULDA

My song is love unknown

Author: Samuel Crossman, 1624-1683 Hymnal: Common Praise #112 (2000) Meter: 6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 My song is love unknown, my Saviour’s love to me, love to the loveless shown, that they might lovely be. O who am I, that for my sake my Lord should take frail flesh, and die? 2 He came from His blest throne, salvation to bestow; but men made strange, and none the longed-for Christ would know. But O, my Friend, my Friend indeed, who at my need his life did spend! 3 Sometimes they strew his way, and his sweet praises sing; resounding all the day hosannas to their King. Then 'Crucify!' is all their breath, and for His death they thirst and cry. 4 Why, what hath my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite? He made the lame to run, he gave the blind their sight. Sweet injuries! yet they at these themselves displease, and 'gainst him rise. 5 They rise, and needs will have my dear Lord made away; a murderer they save, the Prince of Life they slay. Yet cheerful he to suffering goes, that he his foes from thence might free. 6 In life, no house, no home my Lord on earth might have; in death, no friendly tomb but what a stranger gave. What may I say? Heaven was his home; but mine the tomb wherein he lay. 7 Here might I stay and sing: no story so divine; never was love, dear King, never was grief like thine! This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend. Scripture: Acts 3:15 Languages: English Tune Title: LOVE UNKNOWN

Nature with open volume stands

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Common Praise #113 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Nature with open volume stands to spread her Maker's praise abroad, and every labour of his hands shows something worthy of our God. 2 But in the grace that rescued man his brightest form of glory shines; here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn in precious blood and crimson lines. 3 Here his whole name appears complete; nor wit can guess, nor reason prove which of the letters best is writ, the power, the wisdom, or the love. 4 O the sweet wonders of that cross where God the Saviour loved and died; her noblest life my spirit draws from his dear wounds and bleeding side. 5 I would for ever speak his name in sounds to mortal ears unknown, with angels join to praise the Lamb, and worship at his Father's throne. Scripture: 1 Peter 1:19 Languages: English Tune Title: NÜRNBERG

O come and mourn with me awhile

Author: F. W. Faber, 1814-1863 Hymnal: Common Praise #114 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 O come and mourn with me awhile; O come ye to the Saviour's side; O come, together let us mourn: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! 2 Seven times he spoke, seven words of love; and all three hours his silence cried for mercy on the souls of all: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! 3 O break, O break, hard heart of mine! Thy weak self-love and guilty pride his Pilate and his Judas were: 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 he, our Lord, is crucified! Scripture: John 19:16-30 Languages: English Tune Title: ST CROSS

O sacred head, sore wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: Common Praise #119 (2000) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, sore wounded, defiled and put to scorn; O kingly head, surrounded with mocking crown of thorn: what sorrow mars thy grandeur? Can death thy bloom deflower? O countenance whose splendour the hosts of heaven adore. 2 Thy beauty, long desirèd, hath vanished from our sight; thy power is all expirèd, and quenched the Light of light. Ah me! for whom thou diest, hide not so far thy grace: show me, O Love most highest, the brightness of thy face. 3 I pray thee, Jesus, own me, me, Shepherd good, for thine; who to thy fold hast won me, and fed with truth divine. Me guilty, me refuse not, incline thy face to me, this comfort that I lose not, on earth to comfort thee. 4 In thy most bitter passion my heart to share doth cry, with thee for my salvation upon the cross to die. Ah, keep my heart thus movèd to stand thy cross beneath, to mourn thee, well-belovèd, yet thank thee for thy death. 5 My days are few, O fail not, with thine immortal power, to hold me that I quail not in death's most fearful hour: that I may fight befriended, and see in my last strife to me thine arms extended upon the cross of life. Scripture: Isaiah 53:3 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O sacred head, surrounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; H. W. Baker, 1821-1877 Hymnal: Common Praise #120 (2000) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, surrounded by crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding head, so wounded, so shamed 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 Thy comeliness and vigour is withered up and gone, and in thy wasted figure I see death drawing on. O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesu, all grace supplying, turn thou 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. Scripture: Isaiah 52:2 Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

There is a green hill far away

Author: Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818-1895 Hymnal: Common Praise #123 (2000) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 There is a green hill far away, without a city wall, where the dear Lord was crucified, who died to save us all. 2 We may not know, we cannot tell, what pains he had to bear, but we believe it was for us he hung and suffered there. 3 He died that we might be forgiven, he died to make us good, that we might go at last to heaven, saved by his precious blood. 4 There was no other good enough to pay the price of sin; he only could unlock the gate of heaven, and let us in. 5 O dearly, dearly has he loved, and we must love him too, and trust in his redeeming blood, and try his works to do. Scripture: 1 John 4:19 Languages: English Tune Title: HORSLEY

We sing the praise of him who died

Author: Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855 Hymnal: Common Praise #125 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week 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. Scripture: 1 John 4:8 Languages: English Tune Title: BOW BRICKHILL

When I survey the wondrous cross

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Common Praise #127a (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week 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 His dying crimson, like a robe, spreads o'er his body on the tree: then am I dead to all the globe, and all the globe is dead to me. 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all. Scripture: Galatians 6:14 Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM