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When I survey the wondrous cross

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2,059 hymnals Topics: Lent V Year A 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 cross 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 am I 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: Galatians 6:14 Used With Tune: ROCKINGHAM
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With broken heart and contrite sigh

Author: Cornelius Elven Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 222 hymnals Topics: Lent V Evening Prayer General Used With Tune: BABYLON'S STREAMS
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We sing the praise of him who died

Author: Thomas Kelly Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 195 hymnals Topics: Lent V Evening Prayer Closing Used With Tune: BRESLAU
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My song is love unknown

Author: Samuel Crossman, 1624-1683 Meter: 6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4 Appears in 129 hymnals Topics: Lent V Year B Lyrics: 1 My song is love unknown, my Saviour’s love to me, love to the loveless shown, that they might lovely be. O who am I, that for my sake my Lord should take frail flesh, and die? 2 He came from His blest throne, salvation to bestow; but men made strange, and none the longed-for Christ would know. But O, my Friend, my Friend indeed, who at my need his life did spend! 3 Sometimes they strew his way, and his sweet praises sing; resounding all the day hosannas to their King. Then 'Crucify!' is all their breath, and for His death they thirst and cry. 4 Why, what hath my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite? He made the lame to run, he gave the blind their sight. Sweet injuries! yet they at these themselves displease, and 'gainst him rise. 5 They rise, and needs will have my dear Lord made away; a murderer they save, the Prince of Life they slay. Yet cheerful he to suffering goes, that he his foes from thence might free. 6 In life, no house, no home my Lord on earth might have; in death, no friendly tomb but what a stranger gave. What may I say? Heaven was his home; but mine the tomb wherein he lay. 7 Here might I stay and sing: no story so divine; never was love, dear King, never was grief like thine! This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend. Scripture: Acts 3:15 Used With Tune: LOVE UNKNOWN
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Lov og pris og evig Ære

Author: Joh. N. Brun Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: Trefoldigheds-Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste; Trinity Sunday; Tredje Søndag I Advent Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Epistel; Third Sunday in Advent; Tredje Søndag I Faste Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Lektie; Third Sunday in Lent; Alle Helgens Dag Til Høimesse; All Saints Day; Kirken; The Church; Kirkens Vækst; Church Growth Lyrics: 1 Lov og Pris og evig Ære Ske dig, o treenig Gud, Som vor Troes rene Lære Rev af Mørkets Fængsel ud! Da dit Lys var næsten slukt, Eller alt for ilde brugt, Satte du det paa sin Stage, Gav din Kirke klare Dage. 2 Du lod Olje-Bække flyde Ned fra Sandheds Kildervæld, Du lod Aaget sønderbryde, Du gav Sandheds Venner Held. Du en Luther ruster ud, Og ved dette Sendebud Tordner ind i Nattens Mørke: Kommer, lærer Gud at dyrke! 3 Altid, naar din Kirke heldte Truende med hastigt Fald, Altid, naar i Nød det gjeldte, Fik en Sandheds Tolk dit Kald, Aand og Lys og Kraft og Mod, Saa at fast din Kirke stod Over alle rigers Alder, Og skal staa, til Verden falder. 4 Gud til vilde Dyr ei giver Denne Turteldues Sjæl. Kirkens Sæde flytter bliver Til en anden Verdens-Del. Da for Jordens østre Kant Kundskabs gyldne sol oprandt, Var her Nat i disse Lande, Ingen kjendte Gud, den sande. 5 Derfra Lys til Vester iler, Sildig det til Norden kom, Men hvor længe mon det hviler, Før det dreies Jorden om? Og hvo ved, om Natten snart komme skal med vældig Fart, Jage Dagen bort til Andre; Her er Lys, o lad os vandre!
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In the cross of Christ I glory

Author: John Bowring Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 1,545 hymnals Topics: Lent V Morning Prayer Closing; Lent V The Holy Communion Closing Used With Tune: RATHBUN
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O love, how deep, how broad, how high!

Author: Thomas à Kempis, c. 1379-1471; Benjamin Webb, 1819-1885 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 143 hymnals Topics: Lent V Year C Lyrics: 1 O love, how deep, how broad, how high! It fills the heart with ecstasy, that God, the Son of God, should take our mortal form for mortals' sake. 2 He sent no angel to our race of higher or of lower place, but wore the robe of human frame himself, and to this lost world came. 3 For us he was baptized, and bore his holy fast, and hungered sore; for us temptations sharp he knew; for us the tempter overthrew. 4 For us to wicked men betrayed, scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed, he bore the shameful cross and death; for us at length gave up his breath. 5 For us he rose from death again, for us he went on high to reign, for us he sent his Spirit here to guide, to strengthen, and to cheer. 6 To him whose boundless love has won salvation for us through his Son, to God the Father, glory be both now and through eternity. Scripture: Acts 2:23-33 Used With Tune: EISENACH
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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 25 hymnals Topics: Lent V Year A 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. Scripture: Isaiah 53:3 Used With Tune: PASSION CHORALE Text Sources: 14th-century Latin hymn
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Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended

Author: Robert Bridges; Johann Heermann Meter: 11.11.11.5 Appears in 144 hymnals Topics: Lent V The Holy Communion General Used With Tune: HERZLIEBSTER JESU
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Saviour, when in dust to thee

Author: Robert Grant Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Appears in 447 hymnals Topics: Lent V The Holy Communion Opening Used With Tune: SPANISH CHANT

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