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When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Author: I. Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #308 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ 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 harm 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. Languages: English Tune Title: HAMBURG

Christ our ransom

Author: John Fawcett Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #312 (1891) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Christ Passion of First Line: Our sins on Christ were laid Scripture: 1 Peter 2:24 Languages: English

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

Christ Crucified

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

Greatest High-Priest, Saviour Christ

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #XCIV (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ 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 Christian's Duty #CCCVII (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: What equal Honours shall we bring Languages: English

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

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