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To Mock Your Reign

Author: Fred Pratt Green Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 16 hymnals First Line: To mock your reign, O dearest Lord Lyrics: 1 To mock your reign, O dearest Lord, they made a crown of thorns, set you with taunts along that road from which no one returns. They could not know, as we do now, how glorious is that crown, that thorns would flow'r upon your brow, your sorrows heal our own. 2 In mock acclaim, O gracious Lord, they snatched a purple cloak, your passion turned, for all they cared, into a soldier's joke. They could not know, as we do now, that though we merit blame, you will your robe of mercy throw around our naked shame. 3 A sceptered reed, O patient Lord, they thrust into your hand, and acted out their grim charade to its appointed end. They could not know, as we do now, though empires rise and fall, your kingdom shall not cease to grow till love embraces all. Topics: Jesus Christ Passion and Cross; Jesus Christ Passion and Cross Scripture: John 19:2 Used With Tune: WINDSOR / COLESHILL

Thee, we adore, eternal Name!

Appears in 373 hymnals Used With Tune: WINDSOR

En lando malproksime for

Author: Cecil Frances Alexander; Adela Ŝefer Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1. En lando malproksime for, sur verda monta pint', krucume mortis la Sinjor', de l' mondo la Savint'. 2. Ha! nedireble premis lin doloroj kaj sufer'! Li mortis, ĉar li amis nin kaj ĉiun sur la ter'. 3. Por nia savo mortis li, pardono al homar'; por ke ĉielon iru ni tra ora portalar'. 4. Li sola povis doni sin por helpi nin al bon'; li sola povas gvidi nin al glora Dia tron'. 5. Ho, kare, kare amis li, kaj elaĉetis nin! Al lia sango fidu ni kaj ĉiam amu lin. Topics: Passion Scripture: Mark 15:22-24 Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: HE 55

In Thy Great Indignation, Lord

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals First Line: In Thy great indignation, Lord, Lyrics: 1 In Thy great indignation, Lord, Do Thou rebuke me not; Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand, In Thy displeasure hot. 2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick, Thy hand doth press me sore; And in my flesh there is no health, Nor soundness any more. 3 This grief I have because Thy wrath Is forth against me gone; And in my bones there is no rest, For sin that I have done. 4 Because gone up above my head My great transgressions be; And, as a weighty burden, they Too heavy are for me. 5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt; My folly makes it so. I troubled am, and much bowed down; All day I mourning go. 6 For a disease which loathsome is So fills my loins with pain, That in my weak and weary flesh No soundness doth remain. 7 So feeble and infirm am I, And broken am so sore, That, through disquiet of my heart, I have been made to roar. 8 O Lord, all that I do desire Is still before Thy eye; And of my heart the secret groans Not hidden are from Thee. 9 My heart doth pant incessantly, My strength doth quite decay; As for my eyes, their wonted light Is from me gone away. 10 My lovers and my friends do stand At distance from my sore; And they do stand aloof who were Kinsmen and kind before. 11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares; And they who would me wrong Have spoken mischief, and deceits Imagined all day long. 12 But as one deaf, I did not hear, I suffered all to pass; And as a dumb man I became, Whose mouth not opened was. 13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth Are no reproofs at all: For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God Will hear me when I call. 14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they Rejoice o’er me with pride; And o’er me magnify themselves, Because my foot doth slide." 15 For I am near to halt, my grief Is still before my eye; I will declare my sin, and grieve For my iniquity. 16 But yet my foes are full of life, My enemies are strong; And they are greatly multiplied Who hate and would me wrong. 17 And they for good who render ill, As en’mies me withstood; They are my bitter foes because I follow what is good. 18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, Far from me never be. O Lord, Thou my salvation art, In haste give help to me. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: The Psalms of David, in Metre (New York: H. Connelly, 1849)

Come, Lord In Mercy Come Again

Author: Nathaniel Colver Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 25 hymnals First Line: Come, Lord, in mercy come again Lyrics: 1 Come, Lord, in mercy come again, With Thy converting power; The fields of Zion thirst for rain, O send a gracious shower! 2 Our hearts are filled with sore distress, While sinners all around Are pressing on to endless death, And no relief is found. 3 Dear Savior, come with quickening power, Thy mourning people cry; Salvation bring in mercy’s hour, Nor let the sinner die. 4 Once more let converts throng Thy house, And shouts of victory raise; Then shall our griefs be turned to joy, And sighs to songs of praise. Used With Tune: WINDSOR

The Bitter Waters

Author: John Newton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: Bitter, indeed, the waters are Lyrics: 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are Which in this desert flow; Though to the eye they promise fair, They taste of sin and woe. 2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream, But now, awake, I find, That sin has poisoned every stream, And left a curse behind. 3 But there’s a wonder-working wood, I’ve heard believers say, Can make these bitter waters good, And take the curse away. 4 The virtues of this healing tree Are known and prized by few; Reveal this secret, Lord, to me, That I may prize it too. 5 The cross on which the Savior died, And conquered for His saints; This is the tree, by faith applied, Which sweetens all complaints. 6 Thousands have found the blest effect, Nor longer mourn their lot; While on His sorrows they reflect, Their own are all forgot. 7 When they, by faith, behold the cross, Tho’ many griefs they meet; They draw again from every loss, And find the bitter sweet. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1

Have Mercy, Lord, On Us, We Pray

Author: Paul B. Henkel Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: Have mercy Lord, on us we pray Lyrics: 1 Have mercy Lord, on us we pray, Thy grace to us reveal; O turn Thy plagues from us away Tho’ we deserve them well. 2 Thy punishments are justly due, And answer to our crimes! And we are made to feel them too, In these distressing times. 3 Lord, what destruction death has made, How has it swept our towns; So many numbered with the dead, In neighboring places round. 4 Death visits us in all our homes, And there makes his abode: And hurries mortals to their tombs, That sink beneath his load. 5 Well may we sorrow, weep and mourn, And pray with all our heart: That God in mercy may return, 1 And bid our plagues depart. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Church Hymn Book (New Market, VA: Solomon Henkel, 1816)

Then Let The Seventh Trumpet Sound

Author: Unknown Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Then let the seventh trumpet sound, The fiercest lightnings glare; The mountains melt, the solid ground Dissolve as liquid air. 2 The huge celestial bodies roll Amidst the general fire, And shrivel as a parchment scroll, And all in smoke expire. 3 Yet still the Lord, the Savior, reigns, When nature is destroyed, And no created thing remains Throughout the flaming void. 4 Sublime upon His azure throne, He speaks th’almighty word; His fiat is obeyed! ’tis done, And paradise restored. 5 So be it! let this system end, These fading earth and skies; The new Jerusalem descend; The new creation rise. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Church Poetry, by William A. Mühlenberg (Philadelphia: S. Potter, 1823)

Thy Saints are crowned with glory great

Appears in 4 hymnals Used With Tune: WINDSOR

Jesu, Our Lenten Fast of Thee

Author: Anonymous; John W. Hewett Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Jesu, our Lenten fast of Thee We duteous learn to keep, A healing time, by Thy decree, For all Thy wounded sheep. 2. A time in which towards paradise, Once lost by carnal sense, The souls redeemed by Thee may rise Through chastening abstinence. 3. Now with Thy Church be present, Lord, In all Thy saving grace, And hear us as with one accord Mourning, we seek Thy face. 4. Most Merciful, forgive the past, The sins which we deplore; Thy sheltering arms around us cast, That we may sin no more. 5. To Thee our sacrifice we bring Of Lenten fast and prayer, Till, cleansed by Thee, our God and King, Thy Paschal joy we share. 6. Grant this, O Father, through Thy Son, And through the Spirit blest, Who art with Them forever One, Eternally confessed. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Translation: Verses by a Country Curate, 1859 & the compilers of Hymns Ancient and Modern