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Lord! Thy death and passion give

Author: Heermann; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #31 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Lord! Thy death and passion give Strength and comfort at my need, Every hour while here I live On Thy love my soul shall feed. Doth some evil thought upstart? Lo, Thy cross defends my heart, Shows the peril, and I shrink Back from loitering on the brink. Doth my carnal nature yearn After wanton joys? again Quickly to Thy cross I turn, And her voice is heard in vain. Cometh strong temptation's hour, When my foe puts forth his power? Sheltered by this holy shield, Soon I drive him from the field. Would the world my steps entice To yon wide and level road, Filled with mirth and pleasant vice? Lord, I think upon the load Thou didst once for me endure, And I fly all thoughts impure; Thinking on Thy bitter pains, Hushed in prayer my heart remains. Yes, Thy 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 fearedst not the grave! Lord, in Thee I place my trust, Thou art my defence 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. 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 close within Thine arm, Where no foe can hurt or harm; Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest, He hath conquered, he is blest. Languages: English

When sorrow and remorse

Author: Gesenius; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #32 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.4.8.7.6 Lyrics: When sorrow and remorse Prey at my heart, to Thee I look, who on the holy cross Was slain for me. Ah Lord, Thy precious blood was spilt For me, O most unworthy, To take away my guilt. Oh wonder past belief! Behold the Master spares His servants, and sore pain and grief For them He bears. God stoopeth from His throne on high, For me His guilty creature, He deigns as man to die. Thou countless were the sins That weighed me to the dust, Christ's death for me the favour wins Of God most just. His precious blood my debts hath paid, Of hell and all its torments I am no more afraid. My heart is filled with ruth, Thinking on all Thou'st borne, How mighty love and tender truth Were crowned with thorn. In songs of thanks I'll spend my breath For Thy sad cry, Thy sufferings, Thy wrongs, Thy guiltless death. Thy Passion, Lord, inspires My spirit day by day, With strength from all low dark desires To flee away. This thought I fain would cherish most, What pain my soul's redemption To Thee, O Saviour, cost. Whate'er the burden be, The cross upon me laid, Or want or shame, I look to Thee, Be Thou mine aid. Give patience, give me strength to take Thee for my bright example, And all the world forsake. Let me to others do, As thou hast done to me, Love them with love unfeigned and true, Their servant be Of willing heart, nor seek my own, But as Thou, Lord, hast helped us, From purest love alone. And let Thy sorrows cheer My soul when I depart; Give strength to cast away all fear, And tell my heart That since my trust is in Thy grace, Thou wilt accept me yonder, Where I shall see Thy face. Languages: English

Alas dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done

Author: Heermann; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #33 (1861) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Lyrics: Alas dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done, That such sharp sentence from Thy judge hath won? What are His crimes, and what the guilt, oh, tell Wherein He fell! They scourge Him, crown Him with a crown of thorn, They smite His face with bitter mock and scorn, They give Him gall to drink, they pierce His side, The Crucified! From head to foot was there no spot in me Unscarred by sin, from taint of evil free; My sins had weighed me down that I should dwell For aye in Hell. Whence come these sorrows, whence this cruel woe? It was my sins that struck the fatal blow; Mine were the wrath and anguish, dearest Lord, On Thee outpoured. What strangest punishment! The Shepherd good For erring sheep here pours His own heart's blood, The servants' debts are on the Master laid, Who all hath paid. Oh wondrous love, love that no measure knows, That brought Thee, Christ, to drink this cup of woes! Full of the world's vain joys and hopes was I, While Thou must die! O mighty King! mighty beyond all time! Fain would I sound Thy praise through every clime! A gift were meet for Thee, my anxious thought Long time hath sought. But human wisdom searches, Lord, in vain To find aught like Thy pity, or Thy pain. How shall my works, though toiling day and night, Thy love requite? Yet have I somewhat that my Lord can please; I can renounce sweet sins and selfish ease, And quinch the unhallowed fires that back would lure To thoughts impure. But since my strength, alas, will ne'er prevail My strong desires upon the cross to nail, Oh let Thy Spirit rule my heart, who leads To all good deeds. Then shall Thy mercy fill my every thought, I love Thee so, the world to me is nought; My sole endeavour, Lord, is to fulfil Thy holy will. My all I risk to magnify Thy name, No cross shall daunt me, no reproach or shame; Man's fiercest threats I will not lay to heart, Nor Death's worst smart. In truth my sacrifice is nothing worth, Yet Thou in mercy wilt not cast it forth; Thou'lt put me not to shame but for love's sake My offering take. Lord Jesus, once on high amongst Thine own, Shall I stand crowned with light before Thy throne! Where sweetest hymns are ever ringing round, My voice shall sound. Languages: English

Ah wounded Head! Must Thou

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #34 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Ah wounded Head! Must Thou Endure such shame and scorn! The blood is trickling from Thy brow Pierced by the crown of thorn. Thou who wast crowned on high With light and majesty, In deep dishonour here must die, Yet here I welcome Thee! Thou noble countenance! All earthly lights are pale Before the brightness of that glance, At which a world shall quail. How is it quenched and gone! Those gracious eyes how dim! Whence grew that cheek so pale and wan? Who dared to scoff at Him? All lovely hues of life, That glowed on lip and cheek, Have vanished in that awful strife; The Mighty One is weak. Pale Death has won the day, He triumphs in this hour When Strength and Beauty fade away, And yield them to his power. Ah Lord, Thy woes belong, Thy cruel pains, to me, The burden of my sin and wrong Hath all been laid on Thee. Behold me where I kneel, Wrath were my rightful lot, One glance of love yet let me feel! Redeemer, spurn me not! My Guardian, own me Thine; My Shepherd, bear me home: O Fount of mercy, Source Divine, From Thee what blessings come! How oft Thy mouth has fed My soul with angels' food, How oft Thy Spirit o'er me shed His stores of Heavenly good! Ah would that I could share Thy cross, Thy bitter woes! All true delight lies hidden there, Thence all true comfort flows. Ah well were it for me That I could end my strife, And die upon the cross with Thee, Who art my Life of life! My soul is all o'erfraught, O Jesus, dearest Friend, With thankful love to Him who sought Such woe for such an end. Grant me as true a faith, As Thou art true to me, That so the icy sleep of death Be but a rest in Thee. Yes, when I must depart, Depart Thou not from me; When Death is creeping to my heart, Bear Thou mine agony. When faith and courage sink, O'erwhelmed with dread dismay, Come Thou who ne'er from pain didst shrink, And chase my fears away. Come to me ere I die, My comfort and my shield; Then gazing on Thy cross can I Calmly my spirit yield. On Thee, when life is past, My darkening eyes shall dwell, My heart in faith shall hold Thee fast; Who dieth thus, dies well. Languages: English

Thou Holiest Love, whom most I love

Author: Angelus; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #35 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Thou Holiest Love, whom most I love, Who art my longed-for only bliss, Whom tenderest pity erst did move To fathom woe and death's abyss Who once didst suffer for my good, And die my guilty debts to pay, Thou Lamb of God, whose precious blood Can take a world's misdeeds away; Thou Love, who didst such anguish bear Upon the Mount of agony, And yet with ceaseless watchful care Dost yearn o'er us so tenderly; Thou camest not Thy will to seek, But all Thy Father's will obey, Bearing the cross in patience meek, That Thou might'st take our curse away. O Love, who with unflinching heart Enduredst all disgrace and shame; O Love, who mid the keenest smart Of dying pangs wert still the same; Who didst Thy changeless virtue prove E'en with Thy latest parting breath, And spakest words of gentlest love When soul and body sank in death; O Love, through sorrows manifold Hast Thou betrothed me as a bride, By ceaseless gifts, by love untold, Hast bound me ever to Thy side; Oh let the weary ache, the smart, Of life's long tale of pain and loss, Be gently stilled within my heart At thought of Thee, and of Thy cross! O Love, who dying thus for me, Hast won me an eternal good Through sorest anguish on the tree, I ever think upon Thy blood; I ever thank Thy sacred wounds, Thou wounded Love, Thou Holiest, But most when life is near its bounds, And in Thy bosom safe I rest. O Love, who unto death hast grieved For this cold heart, unworthy Thine, Whom once the chill dark grave received, I thank Thee for that grief divine; I give Thee thanks that Thou didst die To win eternal life for me, To bring salvation from on high; Oh draw me up through love to Thee! Languages: English

Rest of the weary! Thou

Author: Salomo Franck, 1659-1725; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #36 (1861) Meter: 6.6.11.6.6.11 Lyrics: Rest of the weary! Thou Thyself art resting now, Where lowly in Thy sepulchre Thou liest: From out her deathly sleep My soul doth start, to weep So sad a wonder, that Thou Saviour diest! Thy bitter anguish o'er, To this dark tomb they bore Thee, Life of Life--Thee, Lord of all creation! The hollow rocky cave Must serve Thee for a grave, Who wast Thyself the Rock of our Salvation! O Prince of Life! I know That when I too lie low, Thou wilt at last my soul from death awaken; And thus I will not shrink From the grave's awful brink; The heart that trusts in Thee shall ne'er be shaken. To me the darksome tomb Is but a narrow room, Where I may rest in peace from sorrow free; Thy death shall give me power To cry in that dark hour, O Death, O Grave, where is your victory? The grave can nought destroy, Only the flesh can die, And e'en the body triumphs o'er decay: Clothed by Thy wondrous might In robes of dazzling light, This flesh shall burst the grave at that last Day. My Jesus, day by day, Help me to watch and pray, Beside the tomb where in my heart Thou'rt laid. Thy bitter death shall be My constant memory, My guide at last into Death's awful shade. Languages: English

In the bonds of Death He lay

Author: Luther; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #37 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.4 Lyrics: In the bonds of Death He lay, Who for our offense was slain, But the Lord is risen today, Christ hath brought us life again. Wherefore let us all rejoice, Singing loud with a cheerful voice Hallelujah! Of the sons of men was none Who could break the bonds of Death, Sin this mischief dire had done, Innocent was none on earth; Wherefore Death grew strong and bold, Death would all men captive hold. Hallelujah! Jesus Christ, God's only Son, Came at last our foe to smite, All our sins away hath done, Done away Death's power and right, Only the form of Death is left, Of his sting he is bereft; Hallelujah. 'Twas a wondrous war, I trow, When Life and Death together fought; But life hath triumphed o'er his foe, Death is mocked and set at nought; Yea, 'tis as the Scripture saith, Christ through death has conquered Death. Hallelujah. Now our Paschal Lamb is He, And by Him alone we live, Who to death upon the tree, For our sake Himself did give. Faith His blood strikes on our door, Death dares never harm us more. Hallelujah. On this day most blest of days, Let us keep high festival, For our God hath showed His grace, And our Sun hath risen on us all, And our hearts rejoice to see Sin and night before Him flee. Hallelujah. To the supper of the Lord, Gladly we will come today, The word of peace is now restored, The old leaven is put away; Christ will be our food alone, Faith no life but His doth own. Hallelujah. Languages: English

O Glorious Head, Thou livest now!

Author: Gerhardt Tersteegen; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #38 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.10.10 Lyrics: O Glorious Head, Thou livest now! Let us Thy members share Thy life; Canst Thou behold their need, nor bow To raise Thy children from the strife With self and sin, with death and dark distress, That they may live to Thee in holiness? Earth knows Thee not, but evermore Thou liv'st in Paradise, in peace; Oh fain my soul would thither soar, Oh let me from the creatures cease: Dead to the world, but to Thy spirit known, I live to Thee, O Prince of life, alone. Break through my bonds whate'er it cost, What is not Thine within me slay, Give me the lot I covet most, To rise as Thou hast risen today. I nought can do, a slave to death I pine, Work Thou in me, O Power and Life Divine! Work Thou in me, and heavenward guide My thoughts and wishes, that my heart Waver no more nor turn aside, But fix for ever where Thou art. Thou art not far from us; who loves Thee well, While yet on earth in heaven with Thee may dwell. Languages: English

Welcome Thou victor in the strife

Author: Schmolck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #39 (1861) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Welcome Thou victor in the strife, Now welcome from the cave! Today we triumph in Thy life Around Thine empty grave. Our enemy is put to shame, His short-lived triumph o'er; Our God is with us, we exclaim, We fear our foe no more. The dwellings of the just resound With songs of victory; For in their midst, Lord, Thou art found, And bringest peace with Thee. O share with us the spoils, we pray, Thou diedst to achieve; We meet within Thy house today Our portion to receive: And let Thy conquering banner wave O'er hearts Thou makest free, And point the path that from the grave Leads heavenward up to Thee. We bury all our sin and crime Deep in our Saviour's tomb, And seek the treasure there, that time Nor change can e'er consume. We die with Thee; oh let us live Henceforth to Thee aright; The blessings Thou hast died to give, Be daily in our sight. Fearless we lay us in the tomb, And sleep the night away, If Thou art there to break the gloom, And call us back to day. Death hurts us not; his power is gone, And pointless all his darts; Now hath God's favour on us shone, And joy fills all our hearts. Languages: English

Jesus my Redeemer lives

Author: Louisa Henrietta, Electress of Brandenburgh; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #40 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Jesus my Redeemer lives, Christ my trust is dead no more; In the strength this knowledge gives Shall not all my tears be o'er, Though the night of Death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought? Jesus my Redeemer lives, And His life I once shall see; Bright the hope this promise gives, Where He is I too shall be. Shall I fear then? Can the Head Rise and leave the members dead? Close to Him my soul is bound In the bonds of Hope enclasped; Faith's strong hand this hold hath found, And the Rock hath firmly grasped: And no ban of death can part From our Lord the trusting heart. I shall see Him with these eyes, Him whom I shall surely know; Nort another shall I rise, With His love this heart shall glow; Only there shall disappear Weakness in and round me here. Ye who suffer, sigh, and moan, Fresh and glorious there shall reign; Earthly here the seed is sown, Heavenly it shall rise again; Natural here the death we die, Spiritual our life on high. Body, be thou of good cheer, In thy Saviour's care rejoice, Give not place to gloom and fear, Dead, thou yet shalt know His voice, When the final trump is heard, And the deaf cold grave is stirred. Laugh to scorn then death and hell, Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave; Caught into the air to dwell With the Lord who comes to save, We shall trample on our foes, Mortal weakness, fear and woes. Only see ye that your heart Rise betimes from earthly lust; Would ye there with Him have part, Here obey your Lord and trust, Fix your hearts beyond the skies, Whither ye yourselves would rise. Languages: English