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Christ Crucified

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #VI (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: All ye that pass by Lyrics: 1 All ye that pass by, To Jesus draw nigh, To you it is nothing that Jesus should die? 2 Your Ransom and Peace, Your Surety he is; Come see if there ever was Sorrow like his. 3 For what you have done, His Blood doth attone; The Father hath punish'd for you his dear Son. 4 The Lord in the Day Of Anger did lay Your Sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away. 5 He answer'd for All; Oh, come, at his Call, And low at his Cross with Astonishment fall, 6 For you, and for me, He pray'd on the Tree; The Pray'r is accepted, the Sinner is free. 7 That Sinner am I, Who on Christ rely, And come for the Pardon God will not deny. 8 My Pardon I claim, A Sinner I am, A Sinner believing in Jesus's Name. 9 He gives me the Grace, Which now I embrace; Oh, Father, thou knowest he dy'd in my Place. 10 His Death is my Plea, My Advocate see, And hear the Blood speak that hath answer'd for me. 11 Acquitted I was By's Death on the Cross; And losing his Life, he hath carry'd my Cause. Languages: English

Greatest High-Priest, Saviour Christ

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #XCIV (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ Languages: English

When Christ hung on the cursed Tree

Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #32 (1732) Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: I. When Christ hung on the cursed Tree, A bloody Sacrfice for Thee, Bereft of Consolation, His Seven last words, of all, deserve Thy deepest Meditation. II. The First bespeaks the Depth of Love; In which he pray'd to God above For his imbitter'd Nation. Father, forgive our Ignorance At thy Son's Intercession. III. The Second was the great Relief He promis'd the repenting Thief, Firmly asseverated. Lord bring us to thy Paradise, When we are hence translated. IV, The Third, the Care he well apply'd, For his blest Mother to provide By him whom he best loved. Provide, O God, for Those we leave, When we are hence removed. V. The Fourth was, when he cried: I thirst! Alas! for whom, but for the Curst, And all Mankind's Redemption? Lord, true Repentance grant, that we May answer thy Intention. VI. The Fifth the Lord in Anguish spoke: Why hast thou, God, my soul forsook, While ev'ry Terror presses? Lord, grant our Souls from thy Distress May fetch all-healing Graces. VII. 'Tis finish'd: was the following word, By which our great and dying Lord Retriev'd our lost Salvation. Ye mourning Winners, all rejoice To hear this Declaration. VIII. The Sev'nth was: Father to thy Hand My Soul and Spirit I commend: This be my last Expression. Lord Jesu! when thou call'st me hence, Take me to thy Possession. IX. Whoever pays a deep Regard To these Expressions of our Lord, And mourns their sad Occasion, Will lay, for everlasting Life, A strong and sure Foundation. Languages: English Tune Title: [When Christ hung on the cursed Tree]

Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #195 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely with my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy blood I hope to stand, But ere I reach that Paradise, A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength, Only my soul still cries in me: "Lord, take me home, take me to Thee!" 4 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy sweat refresh and comfort me, Thy bonds and fetters make me free! 5 The blows and stripes that fell on Thee Heal up the wounds of sin in me; Thy crown of thorns, Thy foes' mad spite Let be my glory and delight! 6 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine Let help me bear with patience mine; Thy piercing cry uphold my soul, When floods of anguish o'er me roll! 7 O let Thy holy wounds for me Clefts in the rock forever be, Where as a dove my soul can hide And safe from Satan's rage abide. 8 And when my lips grow white and chill, Thy Spirit cry within me still, And help my soul Thy heaven to find, When these poor eyes grow dark and blind! 9 And when my spirit flies away, Thy parting words shall be my stay, Let me depart with peaceful brow, When I in death my head shall bow. 10 Thy cross shall be my staff in life, Thy holy grave my rest from strife; The winding-sheet that covered Thee, O let it be a shroud for me. 11 Lord, from Thy nail-prints let me read That Thou to save me hast decreed, And grant that in Thy opened side My troubled soul may ever hide. 12 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust, The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 13 And when the last great day shall come, And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 14 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 15 Ah, then I have my heart's desire, When singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I behold Thy face! Languages: English

Christ, the Life of all the living

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #196 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ, the Death of death, our foe, Who Thyself for me once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Madest reconciliation, And hast saved me from damnation: Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God! Thus didst Thou my soul deliver From the bonds of sin forever. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Thou hast borne the smiting only That my wounds might all be whole; Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely, Rest to give my weary soul; Yea, the curse of God enduring, Blessing unto me securing. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, Treating Thee with cruel scorn, E'en with piercing thorns they crowned Thee; All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne, That as Thine Thou mightest own me, And with heavenly glory crown me. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 5 Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee, That from pain I might be free; Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee-- Thence I gain security; Comfortless once Thou didst languish, Me to comfort in my anguish. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 6 Thou hast suffered great affliction And hast borne it patiently, Even death by crucifixion, That Thou might'st atone for me; Thou didst choose to be tormented, That my doom should be prevented. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, My Life, My Light

Author: M. Behm, 1557-1622; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #291 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest And sorely by my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy blood I hope to stand. But ere I reach that Paradise A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength; My soul alone still cries in me; "Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee!" 4 Oh let Thy suff'rings give me pow'r To meet the last and darkest hour! Thy blood refresh and comfort me; Thy bonds and fetters make me free. 5 The blows and stripes that fell on Thee Heal up the wounds of sin in me; Thy crown of thorns, Thy foes' mad spite, Let be my glory and delight. 6 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine Cause me to bear with patience mine; Thy piercing cry uphold my soul When floods of anguish o'er me roll! 7 Thy Spirit cry within me still When here my lips grow white and chill, And help my soul Thy heav'n to find When these poor eyes grow dark and blind! 8 Thy dying words let be my light When death approaches as dark night; Defend me in my dying breath When then I bow my head in death. 9 Thy cross let be my staff in life, Thy holy grave my rest from strife; The winding sheet that covered Thee, O let it be a shroud for me. 10 Lord, in Thy nail prints let me read That Thou to save me hast decreed And grant that in Thine opened side My troubled soul may ever hide. 11 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust. The gates of heav'n, Lord, open wide When here I may no more abide. 12 And when the last Great Day shall come And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light And set me then upon Thy right. 13 Renew this wasted flesh of mine That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 14 Ah, then shall I most joyful be And with the angels sing to Thee And with Thy blessed, chosen fold Fore'er Thy gracious face behold. Languages: English Tune Title: HERR JESU CHRIST, MEINS

Christ Crucified

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #VI (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: All ye that pass by Languages: English

Christ's Sufferings and Exaltation

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CC (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: Now let our mournful Songs record Lyrics: 1 Now let our mournful Songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in Tears and Blood, As one forsaken of his God. 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shake their Heads and laugh'd in Scorn: "He rescu'd others from the Grave, "Now let him try himself to save. 3 "This is the Man did once pretend "God was his Father and his Friend; "If God, the blessed lov'd him so, "Why doth he fail to help him now?" 4 Barbarous People! Cruel Priests! How they stood round like Savage Beasts; Like Lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their Pow'r. 5 They wound his Head, his Hands, his Feet, Till Streams of Blood each other meet; By Lot his Garments they divide, And mock the Pangs in which he dy'd. 6 But God, his Father, heard his Cry; Rais'd from the Dead he reigns on high, The Nations learn his Righteousness, And humble Sinners taste his Grace. Languages: English

Christ's Sufferings and Exultation

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CC (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: Now let our mournful Songs record Languages: English

CHRIST"S Humiliation and Exaltation

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCCVII (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: What equal Honours shall we bring Lyrics: 1 What equal Honours shall we bring To thee O LORD our GOD the Lamb, When all the Notes that Angels sing Are far inferior to thy Name? 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groaned and dy'd Worthy to rise, and live and reign At his Almighty Father's Side. 3 Pow'r and Dominion are his Due Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's Bar, Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, Tho' he was charg'd with Madness here. 4 All Riches are his native Right, Yet he sustain'd amazing Loss; To him ascribe eternal Might, Who left his Weakness on the Cross: 5 Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of Scandal and of Scorn; While Glory shines around his Head, And a bright Crown without a Thorn. 7 Blessings for ever on the Lamb Who bore the Curse for wretched Men; Let Angels sound his sacred Name, And ev'ry Creature say, Amen. Languages: English