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In His own raiment clad
Author: Rev. E. Monroe Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #106 (1894) Meter: 6.4.6.3 Refrain First Line: The story of the cross Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION
1 In His own raiment clad,
With His blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing
By His side.
2 [Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help Him waits
At the gate.
3 See! they are travelling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.]
4 Oh, whither wandering
Bear they that tree?
He that first carries it
Who is He?
II - THE ANSWER
5 Follow to Calvary;
Tread where He trod,
He Who forever was
Son of God.
6 [You who would love Him stand
Gaze at His face:
Tarry awhile on your
Earthly race.
7 As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.]
8 Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?
III - THE STORY OF THE CROSS
9 On the cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that cross for us,
Son of Man.
10 Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed,
Us alone.
11 No pillow under Thee
To rest Thy head;
Only the splintered cross
Is Thy bed.
12 [Nails pierced Thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.
13 Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinfolk stand
Far away.
14 Loud is Thy bitter cry;
Sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding head
Without rest.
15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee:
Can it, my Saviour, be
All for me?
16 Gazing, afar from Thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou
Callest Thine own.
17 I see Thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
"Jesus of Nazareth,"
King of Love.]
18 What, O my Saviour,
Here didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and
Die for me?
IV - THE APPEAL FROM THE CROSS
19 [Child of My grief and pain,
Watched by My love;
I came to call thee to
Realms above.
20 I saw thee wandering
Far off from Me:
In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.
21 For thee My blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For Mine own.
22 Weep thou not for My grief,
Child of My love;
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.]
V - OUR CRY TO JESUS
23 Oh, I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,
Through the deep shades of life
To the goal.
24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne
Each day be me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with Thee.
25 Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
26 Grant through each day of life
To stand by Thee;
With Thee, when morning breaks
Ever to be.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: [In His own raiment clad]
In His own raiment clad
In His Own Raiment Clad
Author: Edward Monro Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2983 Meter: 10.9.10.9 First Line: In His own raiment clad, with His blood dyed Lyrics: 1. In His own raiment clad, with His blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing by His side.
Heavy that cross to Him, weary the weight;
One who will help Him waits at the gate.
2. See! they are traveling on the same road;
Simon is sharing with Him the load.
O whither wandering bear they that tree?
He who first carries it, who is He?
3. Follow to Calvary; tread where He trod,
He who for ever was Son of God.
You who would love Him stand, gaze at His face:
Tarry a while on your earthy race.
4. As the swift moments fly, through the blest week,
Read the great story the cross will teach.
Is there no beauty to you who pass by,
In that lone figure which marks that sky?
5. On the cross lifted Thy face we scan,
Bearing that cross for us, Son of Man.
Thorns form Thy diadem, rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed, us alone.
6. No pillow under Thee to rest Thy head;
Only the splintered cross is Thy bed.
Nails pierced Thy hands and feet, Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say help is near.
7. Shadows of midnight fall, though it is day:
Thy friends and kinsfolk stand far away.
Loud is Thy bitter cry; sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding head without rest.
8. Loud scoffs the dying thief, who mocks at Thee;
Can it, my Savior, be all for me?
Gazing, afar from Thee, silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou callest Thine own.
9. I see Thy title, Lord, inscribed above;
Jesus of Nazareth, King of Love.
What, O my Savior, here didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and die for me?
10. “Child of My grief and pain, watched by My love;
I came to call thee to realms above.
I saw thee wandering far off from Me:
In love I seek for Thee; do not flee.
11. For thee My blood I shed, for thee alone;
I came to purchase thee, for Mine own.
Weep thou not for My grief, child of My love:
Strive to be with Me in Heaven above.
12. O I will follow Thee, Star of my soul,
Through the deep shades of life to the goal.
Yea, let Thy cross be borne each day by me;
Mind not how heavy, if but with Thee.
13. Lord, if Thou only wilt, make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save Thee alone.
Grant through each day of life to stand by Thee;
With Thee, when morning breaks, ever to be. Languages: English Tune Title: STORY OF THE CROSS
In His Own Raiment Clad
In his own raiment clad
Author: Rev. E. Monro Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #150b (1939) Meter: 6.4.6.3 D Topics: Passiontide; Good Friday The Story of the Cross Tune Title: [In his own raiment clad]
In his own raiment clad
The Story of the Cross
Hymnal: Voices of Praise #63 (1883) First Line: In His own raiment clad Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION
1 In His own raiment clad -
With His Blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing
By His side.
2 Heavy that Cross to Him -
Weary the weight -
One who will help Him waits
At the gate.
3 See! they are travelling
On the same road -
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.
4 Oh, whither wandering,
Bear they that tree?
He who first carries it -
Who is He?
II. THE ANSWER
1 Follow to Calvary -
Tread where He trod -
He who for ever
was Son of God.
2 You who would love Him, stand,
Gaze at His face;
Tarry awhile on your
Earthly race.
3 As the swift moments fly
Through the Blest Week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.
4 Is there no beauty to
You who pass by
In that lone figure which
Marks the sky?
III. THE STORY
1 On the Cross lifted
Thy Face I scan--
Bearing that Cross for me,
Son of Man.
2 Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne -
For us Thy Blood is shed -
Us alone.
3 No pillow under Thee
To rest Thy Head -
Only the splintered Cross
Is Thy bed.
4 Nails pierce Thy Hands and Feet,
Thy Side the Spear;
No voice is nigh, to day
Help is near.
5 Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day -
Thy friends and kinsfolk stand
Far away.
6 Loud is Thy bitter cry:
Sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding Head
Without rest.
7 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee -
Can it, my Saviour, be
All for me?
8 Gazing afar from Thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou
Call'st Thine own.
9 I see Thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above -
"JESUS of Nazareth,"
King of Love!
10 What, O my Saviour,
Here didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and
Die for me?
IV. THE APPEAL FROM THE CROSS
1 Child of my grief and pain,
Watch'd by my love,
I came to call thee to
Realms above.
2 I saw thee wandering
Far off from me:
In love, I seek for thee -
Do not flee.
3 For thee My blood I shed -
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee -
For Mine own.
4 Weep not for My grief,
Child of my love -
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.
V. THE CRY TO JESUS
1 Oh, I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,
Thro' the deep shades of life
To the goal.
2 Yes, let Thy Cross be borne
Each day by me,
Mind not how heavy if
But with Thee.
3 Lord, if Thou only wilt
Make me Thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
4 Grant through each day of life
To stand by Thee;
With Thee, when morning breaks,
Ever to be.
Amen. Topics: Our Lord Jesus Christ His Example of Self-Sacrifice Languages: English Tune Title: [In His own raiment clad]
The Story of the Cross
In His own raiment clad
Author: Rev. E. Monro Hymnal: Hymns of Worship and Service. (Chapel ed.) #79 (1906) Languages: English Tune Title: IN HIS OWN RAIMENT CLAD
In His own raiment clad
In His own raiment clad
Author: E. Monroe Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #106 (1920) Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION
1 In His own raiment clad,
With His blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing
By His side.
2 Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help Him waits
At the gate.
3 See! they are travelling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.
4 O whither wandering
Bear they that tree?
He who first carries it
Who is He?
II. THE ANSWER
5 Follow to Calvary;
Tread where He trod,
He who for ever was Son of God.
6 You who would love Him stand,
Gaze at His face:
Tarry a while on your
Earthly race.
7 As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.
8 Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?
III. THE STORY OF THE CROSS
9 On the Cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that Cross for us,
Son of Man.
10 Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed,
Us alone.
11 No pillow under Thee
To rest Thy head;
Only the splintered Cross
Is Thy bed.
12 Nails pierced Thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.
13 Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinsfolk stand
Far away.
14 Loud is Thy bitter cry;
Sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding head
Without rest.
15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee:
Can it, my Saviour, be
All for me?
16 Gazing, afar from Thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou
Callest Thine own
17 I see Thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
"Jesus of Nazareth,"
King of Love.
18 What, O my Saviour,
Here didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and
Die for me?
IV. THE APPEAL
19 Child of My grief and pain,
Watched by My love;
I came to call Thee to
Realms above.
20 I saw thee wandering
Far off from Me:
In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.
21 For thee My blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For Mine own.
22 Weep thou not for My grief,
Child of My love:
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.
V. THE RESPONSE
23 O I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,
Thro' the deep shades of life
To the goal.
24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne
Each day by me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with Thee.
25 Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
Topics: Lent Holy Week; Lent The Story of the Cross Languages: English Tune Title: CRUX
In His own raiment clad
In His own raiment clad
Author: E. Monroe Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #106a (1898) Meter: 6.4.6.3 Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION
1 In His own raiment clad,
With His blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing
By His side.
2 [Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help Him waits
At the gate.
3 See! they are travelling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.]
4 Oh, whither wandering
Bear they that tree?
He that first carries it
Who is He?
II - THE ANSWER
5 Follow to Calvary;
Tread where He trod,
He Who forever was
Son of God.
6 [You who would love Him stand
Gaze at His face:
Tarry awhile on your
Earthly race.
7 As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.]
8 Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?
III - THE STORY OF THE CROSS
9 On the cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that cross for us,
Son of Man.
10 Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed,
Us alone.
11 No pillow under Thee
To rest Thy head;
Only the splintered cross
Is Thy bed.
12 [Nails pierced Thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.
13 Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinfolk stand
Far away.
14 Loud is Thy bitter cry;
Sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding head
Without rest.
15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee:
Can it, my Saviour, be
All for me?
16 Gazing, afar from Thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou
Callest Thine own.
17 I see Thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
"Jesus of Nazareth,"
King of Love.]
18 What, O my Saviour,
Here didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and
Die for me?
IV - THE APPEAL FROM THE CROSS
19 [Child of My grief and pain,
Watched by My love;
I came to call thee to
Realms above.
20 I saw thee wandering
Far off from Me:
In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.
21 For thee My blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For Mine own.
22 Weep thou not for My grief,
Child of My love;
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.]
V - OUR CRY TO JESUS
23 Oh, I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,
Through the deep shades of life
To the goal.
24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne
Each day be me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with Thee.
25 Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
26 Grant through each day of life
To stand by Thee;
With Thee, when morning breaks
Ever to be.
Amen.
Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: CRUX
In His own raiment clad
In His own raiment clad
Author: E. Monroe Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #106b (1898) Meter: 6.4.6.3 Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION
1 In His own raiment clad,
With His blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing
By His side.
2 [Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help Him waits
At the gate.
3 See! they are travelling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.]
4 Oh, whither wandering
Bear they that tree?
He that first carries it
Who is He?
II - THE ANSWER
5 Follow to Calvary;
Tread where He trod,
He Who forever was
Son of God.
6 [You who would love Him stand
Gaze at His face:
Tarry awhile on your
Earthly race.
7 As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.]
8 Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?
III - THE STORY OF THE CROSS
9 On the cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that cross for us,
Son of Man.
10 Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed,
Us alone.
11 No pillow under Thee
To rest Thy head;
Only the splintered cross
Is Thy bed.
12 [Nails pierced Thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.
13 Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinfolk stand
Far away.
14 Loud is Thy bitter cry;
Sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding head
Without rest.
15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee:
Can it, my Saviour, be
All for me?
16 Gazing, afar from Thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou
Callest Thine own.
17 I see Thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
"Jesus of Nazareth,"
King of Love.]
18 What, O my Saviour,
Here didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and
Die for me?
IV - THE APPEAL FROM THE CROSS
19 [Child of My grief and pain,
Watched by My love;
I came to call thee to
Realms above.
20 I saw thee wandering
Far off from Me:
In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.
21 For thee My blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For Mine own.
22 Weep thou not for My grief,
Child of My love;
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.]
V - OUR CRY TO JESUS
23 Oh, I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,
Through the deep shades of life
To the goal.
24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne
Each day be me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with Thee.
25 Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
26 Grant through each day of life
To stand by Thee;
With Thee, when morning breaks
Ever to be.
Amen.
Topics: Holy Week Tune Title: CALVARY
In His own raiment clad
In His own raiment clad
Author: Edward Monro Hymnal: The Hymnal #163a (1916) Meter: 6.4.6.3 D Lyrics:
In his own raiment clad,
With his blood dyed
Women walk sorrowing
By his side.
[Heavy that cross to him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help him waits
At the gate.
See! they are traveling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.]
O whither wandering
Bear they that tree.
He who first carries it,
Who is he?
145
Follow to Calvary;
Tread where he trod,
He who for ever was
Son of God.
[You who would love him stand,
Gaze at his face:
Tarry awhile on your
Earthly race.
As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.]
Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?
On the cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that cross for us,
Son of man.
Thorns form thy diadem,
Rough wood thy throne;
For us thy blood is shed,
Us alone.
No pillow under thee
To rest thy head;
Only the splintered cross
Is thy bed.
[Nails pierced thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.
Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinsfolk stand
Far away.
Loud is thy bitter cry;
Sunk on thy breast
Hangeth thy bleeding head
Without rest.
Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at thee:
Can it, my Savior, be
All for me?
Gazing, afar from thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers thou
Callest thine own.
I see thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
“Jesus of Nazareth,”
King of Love.]
What, O my Savior,
Here didst thou see,
Which made thee suffer and
Die for me?
[Child of my grief and pain,
Watched by my love;
I came to call thee to
Realms above.
147
I saw thee wandering
Far off from me:
In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.
For thee my blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For mine own.
Weep thou not for my grief,
Child of my love:
Strive to be with me in
Heaven above.]
O I will follow thee,
Star of my soul,
Through the deep shades of life
To the goal.
Yea, let thy cross be borne
Each day by me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with thee.
Lord, if thou only wilt,
Make us thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
Grant through each day of life
To stand by thee;
With thee, when morning breaks
Ever to be.
Amen.
Topics: The Story of the Cross; Sunday Schools Passiontide Languages: English Tune Title: STORY OF THE CROSS
In His own raiment clad
In His own raiment clad
Author: Edward Monro Hymnal: The Hymnal #163b (1916) Meter: 6.4.6.3 D Lyrics:
In his own raiment clad,
With his blood dyed
Women walk sorrowing
By his side.
[Heavy that cross to him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help him waits
At the gate.
See! they are traveling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.]
O whither wandering
Bear they that tree.
He who first carries it,
Who is he?
145
Follow to Calvary;
Tread where he trod,
He who for ever was
Son of God.
[You who would love him stand,
Gaze at his face:
Tarry awhile on your
Earthly race.
As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.]
Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?
On the cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that cross for us,
Son of man.
Thorns form thy diadem,
Rough wood thy throne;
For us thy blood is shed,
Us alone.
No pillow under thee
To rest thy head;
Only the splintered cross
Is thy bed.
[Nails pierced thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.
Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinsfolk stand
Far away.
Loud is thy bitter cry;
Sunk on thy breast
Hangeth thy bleeding head
Without rest.
Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at thee:
Can it, my Savior, be
All for me?
Gazing, afar from thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers thou
Callest thine own.
I see thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
“Jesus of Nazareth,”
King of Love.]
What, O my Savior,
Here didst thou see,
Which made thee suffer and
Die for me?
[Child of my grief and pain,
Watched by my love;
I came to call thee to
Realms above.
147
I saw thee wandering
Far off from me:
In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.
For thee my blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For mine own.
Weep thou not for my grief,
Child of my love:
Strive to be with me in
Heaven above.]
O I will follow thee,
Star of my soul,
Through the deep shades of life
To the goal.
Yea, let thy cross be borne
Each day by me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with thee.
Lord, if thou only wilt,
Make us thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
Grant through each day of life
To stand by thee;
With thee, when morning breaks
Ever to be.
Amen.
Topics: The Story of the Cross; Sunday Schools Passiontide Tune Title: CALVARY
In His own raiment clad
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