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I saw One hanging on a tree

Author: Newton Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #129 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Crucifixion of Christ Lyrics: 1 I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood; Who fixed His languid eyes on me, As near the cross I stood. 2 Sure, never, till my latest breath, Can I forget that look: It seem'd to charge me with His death Though not a word He spoke. 3 Alas! I knew not what I did-- But now my tears are vain; Where shall my trembling soul be hid, For I the Lord have slain! 4 A second look He gave, that said, "I freely all forgive: This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou may'st live." 5 Thus while His death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too! Languages: English

O Sacred Head, now wounded

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #130 (1870) Topics: Crucifixion of Christ Lyrics: 1 O Sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weigh'd down! Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thine only crown. O sacred Head, what glory, What bliss, till now, was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn! Thy grief and Thy compassion Were all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. 3 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end! Lord, make me Thine for ever, Nor let me faithless prove; Oh, let me never, never Abuse such dying love! 4 Forbid that I should leave Thee; O Jesus, leave not me; By faith I would receive Thee; Thy blood can make me free; When strength and comfort languish, And I must hence depart, Release me then from anguish, By Thine own wounded heart. Languages: English

Behold th' amazing sight

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #131 (1870) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Crucifixion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Behold th'amazing sight, The Saviour lifted high! Behold the Son of God's delight Expire in agony? 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne! Why did He feel that piercing smart, And meet that various scorn? 3 For love of us He bled, And all in torture died; 'Twas love that bow'd His fainting head, And oped His gushing side. 4 In sympathy of love Let all the earth combine; And, drawn by cords so gentle, prove The energy divine. 5 In Him our hearts unite, Nor share His griefs alone, But from His cross pursue their flight To His triumphant throne. Languages: English

"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted"

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #132 (1870) Topics: Crucifixion of Christ Lyrics: 1 "Stricken, smitten, and afflicted," See Him dying on the tree! 'Tis the Christ by man rejected; Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He! 'Tis the long-expected Prophet, David's Son, yet David's Lord; Proofs I see sufficient of it: 'Tis the true and faithful word. 2 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, Was there ever grief like His? Friends through fear His cause disowning, Foes insulting His distress: Many hands were raised to wound Him, None would interpose to save; But the deepest stroke that pierced Him Was the stroke that Justice gave. 3 Ye who think of sin but lightly, Nor suppose the evil great; Here may view its nature rightly, Here its guilt may estimate. Mark the sacrifice appointed! See Who bears the awful load; 'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed, Son of Man, and Son of God. 4 Here we have a firm foundation; Here's the refuge of the lost; Christ's the Rock of our salvation: His the name of which we boast: Lamb of God for sinners wounded! Sacrifice to cancel guilt! None shall ever be confounded Who on Him their hope have built. Languages: English

Extended on a cursed tree

Hymnal: Manual of Devotion #16[19] (1855) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Prophecies concerning Christ Crucifixion of Christ Languages: English

When I survey the wondrous cross

Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary; or, Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship (Words only) #312 (1868) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Crucifixion of Christ Scripture: Galatians 6:14

When I survey the wondrous cross

Hymnal: Songs for the Sanctuary #312 (1868) Topics: Crucifixion of Christ Scripture: Galatians 6:14

"He remembers Calvary"

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Laudes Domini #210 (1888) Topics: Christ Crucifixion of First Line: How condescending and how kind Lyrics: 1 How condescending and how kind Was God's eternal Son! Our misery reached his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down. 2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, To raise us to his throne; There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows, But costs his heart a groan. 3 This was compassion, like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew. 4 Now, though he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great; Well he remembers Calvary, Nor let his saints forget. Scripture: Luke 23:33 Languages: English Tune Title: HOLY TRINITY

When I survey the wondrous cross

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #127 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Crucifixion 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 charm 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 present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Languages: English

"The wondrous Cross"

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Laudes Domini #206 (1888) Topics: Christ Crucifixion of First Line: When I survey the wondrous cross 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 charm 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 His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Scripture: Numbers 21:8 Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM (OLD)