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Lo! How a Rose E'er Blooming
Author: Theodore Baker; Harriet Krauth Spaeth Meter: Irregular Appears in 102 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53:2 Lyrics: 1 Lo! how a rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung,
of Jesse's lineage coming, as saints of old have sung.
It came a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter,
when half spent was the night.
2 Isaiah 'twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind;
with Mary we behold it, the Virgin Mother kind.
To show God's love aright, she bore to us a Savior,
when half spent was the night.
3 This Flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air,
dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere.
True man, yet very God, from sin and death he saves us
and lightens every load.
Topics: Biblical Persons; Biblical Persons Isaiah, Jesse, Mary; Christmas Season Used With Tune: ES IST EIN' ROS' ENTSPRUNGEN Text Sources: German carol, 16th century
Lo! How a Rose E'er Blooming
To whom, save thee who canst alone
Author: Bonar Appears in 88 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53 First Line: Thy works, not mine, O Christ Lyrics: 1 Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
Speak gladness to this heart;
They tell me all is done;
They bid my fear depart:
To whom, save thee, Who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord! shall I flee!
2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away;
And turned this night of mine
Into a blessed day:
To whom, save thee, Who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord! shall I flee?
3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,
Can heal my bruised soul;
Thy stripes, not mine, contain
The balm that makes me whole:
To whom, save thee, Who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord! shall I flee?
4 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,
Has borne the awful load
Of sins that none can bear
But the incarnate God:
To whom, save thee, Who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord! shall I flee!
Topics: The Christian System Atonement; By His Stripes we are Healed
To whom, save thee who canst alone
I Am Not Skilled to Understand
Author: Dora Greenwell Appears in 82 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53:11 Lyrics: 1 I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed, what God has planned;
I only know that at His right hand
Is One Who is my Savior!
2 I take Him at His word indeed;
“Christ died for sinners,” this I read;
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Savior!
3 That He should leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die,
You count it strange? So once did I,
Before I knew my Savior!
4 And O, that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Savior!
5 Yes, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior!
Topics: Christ Savior; Christ Savior Used With Tune: [I am not skilled to understand]
I Am Not Skilled to Understand
Ein Lämmlein geht und trägt die Schuld
Appears in 70 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53:5 Topics: Vom Leiden und Sterben Jesu
Ein Lämmlein geht und trägt die Schuld
Christ, the Life of All the Living
Author: Ernst Christoph Homburg, 1605-81; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78 Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Appears in 67 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53:5 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:
Through thy suff'rings, death, and merit
I eternal life inherit.
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 shameful scorn
And with piercing thorns they crowned Thee.
All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne,
That as Thine Thou mightest own me
And with heav'nly 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 Thy soul did 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,
Fully to atone for me;
Thou didst choose to be tormented
That my doom should be prevented.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
7 Then, for all that wrought my pardon,
For Thy sorrows deep and sore,
For Thine anguish in the Garden,
I will thank Thee evermore,
Thank Thee for Thy groaning, sighing,
For Thy bleeding and Thy dying,
For that last triumphant cry,
And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high.
Topics: Redeemer Used With Tune: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN Text Sources: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-Book, St. Louis, 1912 (Tr. sts. 3-4, 6)
Christ, the Life of All the Living
Surely Christ thy grief hath borne
Appears in 42 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53:4-5 Topics: Atonement Completed; Christ Atonement of; Christ Passion; Cross At the Cross; Imputation; Sinners Directed
Surely Christ thy grief hath borne
We Cannot Measure How You Heal
Author: John L. Bell; Graham Maule Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 28 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53:4-5 Topics: Healing; Lament Used With Tune: YE BANKS AND BRAES
We Cannot Measure How You Heal
Child in the manger
Author: Lachlan Macbean (1853-1931); Mary MacDonald (1789-1872) Meter: 5.5.5.3 D Appears in 27 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53:4 Lyrics: 1 Child in the manger,
infant of Mary;
outcast and stranger,
Lord of all!
Child who inherits
all our transgressions,
all our demerits
on him fall.
2 Once the most holy
child of salvation
gently and lowly
lived below;
now, as our glorious
mighty Redeemer,
see him victorious
o'er each foe.
3 Prophets foretold him
infant of wonder;
angels behold him
on his throne;
worthy our Saviour
of all their praises;
happy forever
are his own.
Original Gaelic text:
1 Leanabh an àihg,
an leanabh bh'aig Màiri;
rugadh an stàbull
Rìgh nan dùl:
thànig don fhàsach,
dh'fhuling nar na-àite -
son' iad an àireamh
bhitheas dha dlùth!
2 Ged a bhios leanaban
aig rìghrean na talmhainn,
'n greadnachas garbh
's anabarr mùirn,
's geàrr gus am falbh iad
's fàsaidh iad anfhann,
an àilleachd 's an dealbh
a' searg 'san ùir.
3 Cha b'ionnan 's an t-Uan
a tháinig gar fuasgladh,
iriosal stuama
ghluais e 'n tùs;
e naomha gun truailleachd.
Cruithear an t-sluaigh,
dh'èirich e suas
le buaidh on ùir.
4 Leanabh an àigh
mar dh'aithris na faidhean,
's na h-ainglean àrd'
b'e miann an sùl:
's e 's airidh ar gràdh
's ar n-urram thoirt dha:
is sona an àireamh
bhitheas dha dlùth. Topics: Life in Christ Christ Incarnate - Christmas and Epiphany Used With Tune: BUNESSAN
Child in the manger
He is despised and rejected of men
Appears in 24 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53
He is despised and rejected of men
O sacred head, sore wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 23 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 53:3 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. Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week; Lent V Year A Used With Tune: PASSION CHORALE Text Sources: 14th-century Latin hymn
O sacred head, sore wounded
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