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The Agonies of Christ
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CXCIX (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: Now let our Pains be all forgot Lyrics: 1 Now let our Pains be all forgot,
Our Hearts no more repine;
Our Suff'rings are not worth a Thought,
When, Lord, compar'd with thine.
2 In lively Figures here we see
The bleeding Prince of Love;
Each of us Hope, he dy'd for me,
And then our Griefs remove.
[3 Our humble Faith here takes her rise,
While sitting round his Board;
And back to Calvary she flies,
To view her groaning Lord.
4 His Soul, what Agonies it felt
When his own God withdrew;
And the large Load of all our Guilt
Lay heavy on him too.
5 But the Divinity within
Supported him to bear:
Dying, he conquer'd Hell and sin,
And made his Triumph there.]
6 Grace, Wisdom, Justice, join'd and wrought
The Wonders of that Day!
No Mortal Tongue, nor Mortal Thought,
Can equal Thanks repay.
7 Our Hymns should sound like those above,
Could we our voices raise;
Yet, Lord, our Hearts shall all be Love,
And all our Lives be Praise. Languages: English
The Agonies of Christ
The Agonies of Christ
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CXCIX (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: Now let our Pains be all forgot Languages: English
The Agonies of Christ
Christ, by whose all-saving Light
Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #24 (1732) Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: I. Christ, by whose all-saving Light
Mankind benefitted,
Was for Sinners in the Night
As a Thief committed.
Dragg'd before a wicked court
Of the Jewish Clergy;
Where they try'd their worst Effort
'Gainst the Lord of Mercy.
II. Sentenc'd early by this Crew,
As the worst of Sinners,
Came to Pilate, who foreknew
This Tumult's Beginners:
Though he judg'd him innocent
Of their Accusation,
Yet to Herod he was sent
For his Arbitration.
III. Then his holy Flesh was torn
with inhuman Lashes,
And his blessed Head in Scorn
Crown'd of sinful Ashes:
Cloathed in a Purple Dress,
Mock'd, and beat, and bruised;
Thus the Source of Holiness
Was by Sin misused.
IV. Then at Noon the Son of God
To the Cross was nailed,
Where his fervent Prayer and Blood
For our Sins prevailed:
The Spectators shook their Head
Had him in Derision,
Till the Sun-light mourning fled
From so sad a Vision.
V. When at Three they heard him call:
Why am I forsaken;
Stait was Vinegar mix'd with Gall
Offer'd, but not taken:
Then to God his Spirit sent,
Shaking th' Earth with Wonder,
Gave the Vail a thorough Rent,
Cleft the Rocks asunder.
VI. At th' approaching Evening Tide,
Criminals Bones were broken;
But the Spear pierc'd Jesus Side,
For a lasting Token:
Which pour'd forth a double Flood
Of a cleansing Nature,
Both the Water and the Blood
Wash the guilty Creature.
VII. Joseph, when the Eve was come,
Took his dearest Master,
Laid him in his Stately Tomb,
Hewn in Alablaster;
Nicodem, now void of Fear,
Brought the richest Spices;
Thus these holy Men paid here
Their last Sacrifices.
VIII. Grant, O Jesu, blessod Lord,
By thy Cross and Passion,
Thy blest Love may be ador'd
By the whole Creation:
Hating Sin, and woful Cause
Of thy Death and Suff'ring,
Give our Heart t'obey thy Laws,
As the best Thanks-offering.
Languages: English Tune Title: [Christ, by whose all-saving Light]
Christ, by whose all-saving Light
When Guilt and Shame are raising
Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #34 (1732) Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: I. When Guilt and Same are raising
A Storm within my Soul,
Thy Death, Lord! so amazing,
Sin's damning Pow'r controul.
Remind me, that thy Sacred Blood
Has cancell'd my Transgressions,
By paying what I ow'd.
II. O Wonder, far exceeding
All human Pow'r and Sense!
Heav'n's Sov'reign was seen bleeding,
To wipe off our Offence.
The Source of Life gave up his Breath
For me, whose vile Rebellion
Deserv'd an endless Death.
III. Tho' Sin exceeds a Mountain
Of all the Sandy Shore;
Yet th'everlasting Fountain
Of Christ's own purple Gore
Quite drowns and washes them away
And saves me from the Terrour
That held me in Dismay.
IV. My Heart, while here 'tis moving,
Shall beat with fervent Praise
To Thee, who wert so loving
Towards our ruin'd Race:
Thy Dying Words and ev'ry Groan
Shall be my Meditation,
'Till I am all thy own.
V. Lord! let thy bitter Passion
Dwell always in my Mind,
To raise an Indignation
'Gainst Sin of ev'ry Kind,
That henceforth I may ne'er forget
The Greatness of my Ransom,
Which paid an endless Debt.
VI. All Pains and Tribulations,
Contempt and Worldly Spite,
Help me to bear with Patience,
And always fix my Sight
On that unerring Rule of Faith,
Thy blessed Imitation,
And self-denying Path.
VII. Oh! may my Life and Labour
Express what thou hast done;
By Loving well my Neighbour
And serving Ev'ry one
Without Self-Int'rest of Disguise,
And may thy pure Example
Be my best Exercise.
VIII. And oh! apply the Merit
And Comfort of thy Blood,
When I give up my Spirit
To Thee my Judge and God.
Then let my Hope its Pow'r display,
And rest upon thy Promise,
To save me in that Day.
Languages: English Tune Title: [When Guilt and Shame are raising]
When Guilt and Shame are raising
Jesus, grant that balm and healing
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #194 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Jesus, grant that balm and healing
In Thy holy wounds I find,
Every hour that I am feeling
Pains of body and of mind.
Should some evil thought upstart,
Let Thy cross defend my heart,
Show the peril, and from sinning
Keep me ere its first beginning.
2 Should some lust or sharp temptation
Prove too strong for flesh and blood,
Let me think upon Thy passion,
And the breach is soon made good.
Or should Satan make his way
To my heart, O let me say:
"Jesus Christ for me was wounded,"
And the Tempter flees confounded.
3 If the world my heart entices
On the broad and easy road,
Filled with mirth and pleasant vices,
Let me think upon the load
Thou didst once for me endure,
That I flee all thoughts impure,
Banishing each wild emotion,
Calm and blest in my devotion.
4 Yes, whate'er may pain or grieve me,
Let Thy wounds, Lord, make me whole.
When I'm faint, let them revive me,
Granting new life to my soul.
May Thy comfort render sweet
Every bitter cup I meet,
Thou who by Thy death and passion
Hast procured my soul's salvation!
5 O my God, my rock and tower!
Grant that in Thy death I trust,
Knowing death has lost his power
Since Thou trod'st him in the dust.
Savior, let Thine agony
Every help and comfort me;
Let Thy death be my protection,
Safety, life, and resurrection.
6 Jesus, grant that balm and healing
In Thy holy wounds I find,
Every hour that I am feeling
Pains of body and of mind;
And when I this world must leave,
Grant that, Lord, to Thee I cleave,
In Thy wounds find consolation,
And obtain my soul's salvation. Languages: English
Jesus, grant that balm and healing
O What Precious Balm and Healing
Author: J. Heermann, 1585-1647; R. Massie, 1800-87 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #293 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 O what precious balm and healing,
Jesus, in Thy wounds I find!
Ev'ry hour that I am feeling
Pains of body and of mind;
Should some evil thought rush in,
And provoke my soul to sin,
Thoughts of Thy deep wounds from sinning
Keep me in its first beginning.
2 Should some lust or sharp temptation
Prove too strong for flesh and blood,
Lo! I think upon Thy Passion,
And the breach is soon made good:
Or should Satan press me hard,
Thinking I am off my guard,
Christ, I say, for me was wounded,
And the tempter flees confounded.
3 If the world my heart entices
On the broad and easy road,
And doth by its gay devices
Silence ev'ry thought of God,
When the heavy load I see
Which, dear Lord, was laid on Thee,
I can still each wild emotion,
Calm and blest in my devotion.
4 Lord, whate'er may pain or grieve me,
Thy dear wounds can make me whole;
When my heart sinks, they revive me,
Life pours in upon my soul:
May Thy comfort render sweet
Ev'ry bitter cup I meet;
Thou who by Thy death and Passion
Hast procured my soul's salvation.
5 Lord, on Thee alone I stay me,
Safely hid beneath Thy wing;
Death can neither hurt nor slay me,
Thy death took away his sting:
That I may in Thee have part,
Comfort, strengthen, heal my heart;
Light, and life, and love bestowing,
All from Thy free mercy flowing.
6 Well of life, if Thou art near me,
Springing deep within my heart,
When the last dread hour shall try me,
I can feel no inward smart:
If I hide myself in Thee,
Not a foe can injure me;
He shall overcome who hideth
In Thy wounds, and there abideth. Languages: English Tune Title: DER AM KREUZ
O What Precious Balm and Healing
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; James W. Alexander Hymnal: The New Christian Hymnal #420 (1929) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Choral Section Passion of Christ First Line: O sacred Head, now wounded Lyrics: 1. O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed 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. O noblest Brow and dearest,
In other days the world
All feared when Thou appearedst;
What shame on Thee is hurled!
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
3. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the trangsgression
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
4. What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Greatest High Priest, Saviour Christ
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XCIV (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Greatest High-Priest, Saviour Christ,
Who for me was sacrific'd;
Make my Heart thro' thy blest Passion,
To thy self a pure Oblation.
2 Thy pure Love accepts of Nought,
But what by thy Love is wrought;
What's not of thy own Formation,
Ne'er attaineth to Salvation.
3 Kill me in what is Unclean
Kill in me the Root of Sin;
Snatch my Heart from its Pollution,
And th'old Man's entire Confusion,
4 On the Altar lay the Wood,
And consume old Adam's Brood:
Source of all celestial Graces.
I would die in thine Embraces.
5 Lo, at length it shall appear,
That the Lord has heard my Pray'r;
Lo, e'en in my present Station,
He'll be pleas'd with my Oblation.
Languages: English
Greatest High Priest, Saviour Christ
Thy Soul, O Jesus, Hallow Me
Author: J. Scheffler, 1624-77 ; M. Loy, 1828-1915 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #290 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Thy soul, O Jesus, hallow me,
Thy Spirit steep me all in Thee,
Thy body, pierc'd by ruthless steel,
My wretched soul and body heal.
2 The water from Thy side that poured,
For me a cleansing bath afford,
And all Thy blood, with life divine,
Revive this weakened heart of mine.
3 The sweat of death upon Thy face
Deliver me from death's embrace,
And all Thy Passion, cross, and pain,
With strength my feebleness sustain.
4 O Christ, turn not away from me,
Receive and hide me all in Thee,
Within Thy holy wounds enclose,
And keep me safe from all my foes.
5 In death's dark hour with me abide
And place me, Savior, at Thy side,
Where with Thy saints I shall adore
And praise Thee, Lord, forevermore. Languages: English
Thy Soul, O Jesus, Hallow Me
O Bleeding Head, and wounded
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #201 (1918) Meter: 7.6.8.1 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 O Bleeding Head, and wounded,
And full of pain and scorn,
In mockery surrounded
With cruel crown of thorn!
O Head! once crowned with glory
And heavenly majesty,
But now despised and gory;
Yet here I welcome Thee!
2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee,
Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee,
And flee before Thy glance!
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does Thy visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished
Their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished
The splendor that was there.
Pale Death with cruel rigor
Bereaveth Thee of life;
Thus losest Thou Thy vigor
And strength in this sad strife.
4 My burden, in Thy passion,
Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression
Which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee,
Wrath were my rightful lot,
Have mercy, I implore Thee,
Redeemer, spurn me not!
5 My Shepherd, now receive me!
My Guardian, own me Thine!
Great blessings Thou didst give me,
O Source of gifts divine!
Thy lips have often fed me
With milk and sweetest food;
Thy Spirit oft has led me
To stores of heavenly good.
6 Here I will stand beside Thee,
From Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me!
When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish
In death's last fatal grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish,
Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.
7 Naught ever so much blesses,
So much rejoices me,
As when in Thy distresses
I take a part with Thee.
Ah, well for me, if lying
Here at Thy feet, my life,
I too with Thee were dying,
And thus might end my strife!
8 Thanks from my heart I offer
Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend,
For all that Thou didst suffer;
My good didst Thou intend.
Ah! grant that I may ever
To Thy truth faithful be;
When soul and body sever,
May I be found in Thee!
9 When hence I must betake me,
Lord, do not Thou depart!
O nevermore forsake me,
When death is at my heart!
When soul and body languish,
O leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish,
By virtue of Thine own!
10 Be Thou my Consolation
And Shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion,
When my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee,
Upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfold Thee.
Who dieth thus, dies well! Languages: English
O Bleeding Head, and wounded
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