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And why, dear Savior, tell me why

Author: James Mongtomery Hymnal: Old School Sonnets, or a Selection of Choice Hymns #d24 (1836)

And why, dear Savior, tell me why

Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Hymns #127 (1876) Languages: English

And why, dear Savior, tell me why

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn Book #416 (1859)

And why, dear Saviour, tell me why

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #X (1791) Lyrics: 1 And why, dear Saviour, tell me why, Thou thus would'st suffer, bleed and die? What mighty Motives could thee move? The Motive's plain, 'twas all for Love. 2 For Love of whom? Of Sinners base, A harden'd Herd, a Rebel Race; That mock'd and trampled on thy Blood, And wantom'd with the wounds of God 3 When Rocks and Mountains rent with Dread, And gaping Graves gave up their Dead; When the fair Sun withdrew his Light, And hid his Head to shun the Sight. 4 Then stood the Wretch of human Race, And rais'd his Head and shew'd his Face, Gaz'd unconcern'd, when Nature fail'd; And scoff'd, and sneer'd, and curs'd and rail'd. 5 Harder than Rocks and Mountains are, More dull than dirt and Earth by far, Man view'd unmov'd thy Blood's rich Stream, Nor ever dream'd it flow'd for him. 6 Such was that Race of sinful Men, That gain'd that great Salvation then; Such and such only still we see; Such they were all, and such are we. 7 The Jews with Thorns his Temples crown'd, And lash'd him when his Hands were bound; But Thorns, and knotted Whips, and Bands, By us were furnish'd to their Hands. 8 They nail'd him to th' accursed Tree; They did, my Brethren, so did we; The Soldier pierc'd his Sid, 'tis true, But we have pierc'd him through and through. 9 Oh Love of unexampled Kind! That leaves all Thought so far behind, Where Length, and Breadth, & Depth, and Height; Are lost to my astonish'd Sight. 10 For Love of me the Son of God Drain'd ev'ry Drop of vital Blood; Long Time I after Idols ran, But now my God's a martyr'd Man. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

And why, dear Saviour, tell me why

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #153b (1844) Lyrics: 1 And why, dear Saviour, tell me why, Thou thus would’st suffer, bleed and die; What mighty motive could thee move? The motive’s plain; ’twas all for love. 2 For love of whom? Of sinners base, A hardened herd, a rebel race; That mocked and trampled on thy blood, And wantoned with the wounds of God. 3 [When rocks and mountains rent with dread; And gaping graves gave up their dead; When the fair sun withdrew his light, And hid his head, to shun the sight; 4 Then stood the wretch of human race, And raised his head and showed his face, Gazed unconcerned when nature failed, And scoffed, and sneered, and cursed, and railed.] 5 Harder than rocks and mountains are, More dull than dirt and earth by far, Man viewed unmoved thy blood’s rich stream, Nor ever dreamed it flowed for him. 6 [Such was the race of sinful men, That gained that great salvation then; Such, and such only, still we see; Such they were all; and such are we. 7 The Jews with thorns his temples crowned, And lashed him when his hands were bound; But thorns, and knotted whips, and bands By us were furnished to their hands. 8 They nailed him to the accursèd tree; (They did, my brethren; so did we); The soldier pierced his side, ’tis true, But we have pierced him through and through.] 9 O love of unexampled kind! That leaves all thought so far behind; Where length, and breadth, and depth, and height Are lost to my astonished sight. 10 For love of me, the Son of God Drained every drop of vital blood. Long time I after idols ran; But now my God’s a martyred Man. Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ Languages: English

On the Passion

Author: J. Hart Hymnal: Selection of Hymns, for Public Worship designed to be used with Watts' #153b (1827) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: And why, dear Savior, tell me why Lyrics: 1 And why, dear Saviour, tell me why, Thou thus would’st suffer, bleed and die; What mighty motive could thee move? The motive’s plain; ’twas all for love. 2 For love of whom? Of sinners base, A hardened herd, a rebel race; That mocked and trampled on thy blood, And wantoned with the wounds of God. 3 [When rocks and mountains rent with dread; And gaping graves gave up their dead; When the fair sun withdrew his light, And hid his head, to shun the sight; 4 Then stood the wretch of human race, And raised his head and showed his face, Gazed unconcerned when nature failed, And scoffed, and sneered, and cursed, and railed.] 5 Harder than rocks and mountains are, More dull than dirt and earth by far, Man viewed unmoved thy blood’s rich stream, Nor ever dreamed it flowed for him. 6 [Such was the race of sinful men, That gained that great salvation then; Such, and such only, still we see; Such they were all; and such are we. 7 The Jews with thorns his temples crowned, And lashed him when his hands were bound; But thorns, and knotted whips, and bands By us were furnished to their hands. 8 They nailed him to the accursèd tree; (They did, my brethren; so did we); The soldier pierced his side, ’tis true, But we have pierced him through and through.] 9 O love of unexampled kind! That leaves all thought so far behind; Where length, and breadth, and depth, and height Are lost to my astonished sight. 10 For love of me, the Son of God Drained every drop of vital blood. Long time I after idols ran; But now my God’s a martyred Man. Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ Languages: English