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See the destined day arise

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #81 (1871) Lyrics: 1 See the destined day arise! See a willing Sacrifice; Jesus, to redeem our loss, Hangs upon the shameful Cross! 2 Jesus, who but Thou had borne, Lifted on that tree of scorn, Every pang and bitter throe, Finishing Thy life of woe? 3 Who but Thou had dared to drain Steeped in gall the cup of pain, And with tender body bear Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear? 4 Thence the cleansing Water flowed, Mingled from Thy Side with Blood; Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finished Sacrifice. 5 Holy Jesus, grant us grace In that Sacrifice to place All our trust for life renewed, Pardoned sin, and promised good. Topics: Passion Week Languages: English

Bound upon the accursed tree

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #82 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Bound upon the accursèd tree, Faint and bleeding, who is He? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood, and writhing limb, By the flesh with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled, burning thirst, By the drooping death-dew'd brow, Son of Man, 't is Thou! 't is Thou! 2 Bound upon the accursèd tree, Dread and awful, who is He? By the sun at noonday pale, Shivering rocks, and rending veil, By the earth enwrapt in gloom, By the saints who burst their tomb, Eden promised ere Hi died To the felon at His side; Lord! our suppliant knees we bow! Son of God! 't is Thou! 't is Thou! 3 bound upon the accursèd tree, Sad and dying, who is He? By the last and bitter cry Of the dying agony, By the lifeless body, laid In the chambers of the dead, By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep, Crucified, we know Thee now: Son of Man! 't is Thou! 't is Thou! 4 Bound upon the accursèd tree, Dread and awful, who is He? By the prayer for them that slew, "Lord! they know not what they do!" By the spoil'd and empty grave, By the souls He died to save, By the conquest He hath won, By the saints before His throne, By the rainbow round His brow, Son of God! 't is Thou! 't is Thou! Languages: English

When I survey the wondrous Cross

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #83 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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 tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Languages: English

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #84 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the Cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend. 2 Here I'll sit for ever viewing Mercie's strems in streams of Blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead, and claim my peace with God. 3 Truly blessèd is the station, Low before His Cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Pleading in His languid eye. 5 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation Fix my thankful heart on Thee, Till I taste Thy full salvation And Thine unveiled gloriy see. Languages: English

'Tis finished, so the Saviour cried

Author: Samuel Stennett Hymnal: HPEC1871 #85 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 'Tis finished; so the Saviour creid, And meekly bowed His head and died; 'Tis finished: yes, the work is done, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'T is finished: all that heaven decreed, And all the ancient prophets said, Is now fulfilled, as long designed, In me the Savior of mankind. 3 'T is finished: Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore: The sacred veil is rent in twain, And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'T is finished: this My dying groan Shall sins of every king atone: Millions shall be redeemed from death, By this, My last expiring breath. 5 'T is finished: heaven is reconciled, and all the powers of darkness spoiled: Peace, love, and happiness again Return and dwell with sinful men. 6 'T is finished: let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: 'T is finished: let the echo fly Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky. Languages: English

Go to dark Gethsemane

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #86 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with Him one bitter hour: Turn not from His griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall; View the Lord of Life arraign'd; O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs His soul sustain'd! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of Him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb, There, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete; "It is finish'd!" hear Him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. Languages: English

O sacred Head, now wounded

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #87 (1871) Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame bowed 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 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Was all for sinners' gain: Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Saviour: 'T is I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favour, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in thy body broken I thus with safety hide. Lord of my life, desiring thy glory now to see, Beside Thy Cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to Thee. 4 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine for ever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love for Thee. 5 Be near when I am dying, O show Thy Cross to me; And for my succour flying, Come, Lord, to set me free. These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus, shall not move; For he, who dies believing, Dies safely, through Thy love. Languages: English

Hark! the voice of love and mercy

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #88 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Hark! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary; See, it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! "It is finish'd!" Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 "It is finish'd!" O what pleasure Do the precious words afford! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord. "It is finish'd!" Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finish'd all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law; Finish'd all that God had promised! Death and hell no more shall awe: "It is finish'd!" Saints from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs; Strike them to Emmanuel's Name; All on earth, and all in heaven, Join the triumph to proclaim. Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb! Languages: English

O come and mourn with me awhile

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #89 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O come and mourn with me awhile; O come ye to the Saviour's side; O come, together let us mourn; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah! Look how patiently He hangs; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 3 Seven times He spake, seven words of love; And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 4 A broken heart, a fount of tears, Ask, and they will not be denied; Lord Jesu, may we love and weep, Since Thou for us art crucified. Languages: English

Resting from His work to-day

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #90 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Resting from His work to-day In the tomb the Saviour lay; Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding-sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the sealèd stone. 2 Late at even there was seen Watching long the Magdalene; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid. 3 So with Thee, till life shall end, I would solemn vigil spend: Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine, Where in pure embalmèd cell, None but Thou may ever dwell. 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. Topics: Easter Even Languages: English