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O cross, we hail thy bitter reign

Author: Gotter Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #154 (1856) Hymnal Title: Lyra Germanica
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O Cross, we hail thy bitter reign

Author: Gotter; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #65 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Lyra Germanica Lyrics: O Cross, we hail thy bitter reign, O come, thou well-beloved guest! Whose sorest sufferings work not pain, Whose heaviest burden is but rest. For is not our Redeemer bound In closest ties of love to those Who faithful to the cross are found, Through ceaseless tears, through saddest woes? Hark, the confessors of the faith Yet of their cross and fetters boast; All saints have borne it to the death, With all the martyrs' radiant host. Pledge of our glorious home afar! Thee, Holy Sign, with joy we take, Sign of a peace life could not mar, Of just content death could not shake: The Sign how Truth, once crucified, Now throned in majesty doth reign, How Love is bless'd and glorified, That here on earth was mocked and slain. Their names are writ in words of light Who here on earth their Lord confest; They hear the bridegroom's cry at night, Come to my marriage feast, ye blest! Who then would faint, nor join to share In Christ's reproach, in want or pain? The bitterest death who would not dare? Who fears a martyr's crown to gain? Up, Brethren of the Cross! and haste Where Christ our Head hath gone before! We hymn His praise the while we taste The shame and death He sometime bore. In bonds and stripes, in falsest blame, Our crown, our dearest wealth we see, A dungeon were a throne, and shame Our chiefest glory, borne for Thee. What though the world on us may fling Its scorn, and oft we strive with death, The holy angels speed to bring Our help and strength, our victor's wreath. Up, quit the gates where sin abides, From earth's doomed cities quickly come, Yon eastern Star full surely guides All pilgrims to their Father's home. Languages: English

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