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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 Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ 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. 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) Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ 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. Languages: English

Much we talk of Jesus' blood

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #154 (1844) Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ Lyrics: 1 Much we talk of Jesus’ blood; But how little’s understood! Of his sufferings so intense, Angels have no perfect sense. Who can rightly comprehend Their beginning or their end? ’Tis to God, and God alone, That their weight is fully known. 2 [O thou hideous monster, Sin, What a curse hast thou brought in! All creation groans through thee, Pregnant cause of misery. Thou hast ruined wretched man, Ever since the world began; Thou hast God afflicted too; Nothing less than that would do. 3 Would we then rejoice indeed? Be it that from thee we’re freed; And our justest cause to grieve Is that thou wilt to us cleave. Faith relieves us from thy guilt, But we think whose blood was spilt; All we hear, or feel, or see, Serves to raise our hate to thee.] 4 Dearly we are bought, for God Bought us with his own heart’s blood; Boundless depths of love divine! Jesus, what a love was thine! Though the wonders thou hast done Are as yet so little known, Here we fix and comfort take – Jesus died for sinners’ sake. Scripture: Lamentations 1:12 Languages: English

The fountain of Christ, assist me to sing

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #155 (1844) Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ Lyrics: 1 The fountain of Christ, assist me to sing, The blood of our Priest, our crucified King; Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from filth, And richly dispenses salvation and health. 2 This fountain so dear, he’ll freely impart; Unlocked by the spear, it gushed from his heart, With blood and with water; the first to atone, To cleanse us the latter; the fountain’s but one. 3 [This fountain is such (as thousands can tell), The moment we touch its streams we are well. All waters beside them are full of the curse; For all who have tried them, swell, rot, and grow worse.] 4 [This fountain, sick soul, recovers thee quite; Bathe here and be whole, wash here and be white; Whatever diseases or dangers befall, The fountain of Jesus will rid thee of all.] 5 This fountain from guilt not only makes pure, And gives soon as felt infallible cure; But if guilt removèd return and remain, Its power may be provèd again and again. 6 This fountain unsealed stands open for all That long to be healed, the great and the small. Here’s strength for the weakly that hither are led; Here’s health for the sickly, here’s life for the dead. 7 This fountain, though rich, from charge is quite clear; The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here; Come needy, come guilty, come loathsome and bare; You can’t come too filthy; come just as you are. 8 This fountain in vain has never been tried; It takes out all stain whenever applied; The water flows sweetly with virtue divine, To cleanse souls completely, though leprous as mine. Scripture: Zechariah 13:1 Languages: English

The Wish

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #156 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ First Line: If dust and ashes might presume Lyrics: 1 If dust and ashes might presume, Great God, to talk to thee; If in thy presence can be room For crawling worms like me; I humbly would my wish present, For wishes I have none; All my desires are now content To be comprised in one. 2 The single boon I would entreat Is, to be led by thee To gaze upon thy bloody sweat In sad Gethsemane. To view (as I could bear at least) Thy tender, broken heart, Like a rich olive, bruised and pressed With agonising smart. 3 [To see thee bowed beneath my guilt; (Intolerable load!) To see thy blood for sinners spilt, My groaning, gasping God! With sympathising grief to mourn The sorrows of thy soul: The pangs and tortures by thee borne In some degree condole.] 4 There musing on thy mighty love, I always would remain; Or but to Golgotha remove, And thence return again. In each dear place the same rich scene Should ever be renewed; No object else should intervene, But all be love and blood. 5 For this one favour oft I’ve sought; And if this one be given, I seek on earth no happier lot, And hope the like in heaven. Lord, pardon what I ask amiss, For knowledge I have none; I do but humbly speak my wish; And may thy will be done. Languages: English

Mourning souls, by sin distressed

Author: Burnham Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #157 (1844) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ Lyrics: 1 Mourning souls, by sin distressed, Lost and ruined, void of good, You can never be released, But by faith in Jesus’ blood. 2 Richly flowed the crimson river, Down Immanuel’s lovely side; And that blood will you deliver, Whensoever ’tis applied. 3 Christ is ready to receive you; See his bloody cross appear. From your sins he will relieve you, And dissolve your every fear. 4 O behold the Lord expiring; See the suffering Lamb of God! And that love be much admiring, Which appears in streams of blood. Scripture: John 19:3-4 Languages: English

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing

Author: Robinson Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #158 (1844) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ Lyrics: 1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing From the sinner’s dying Friend; May I sit for ever viewing Mercy’s streams in streams of blood; Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God! 2 Truly blessèd is this station, Low before his cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Floating in his languid eye. Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Love I much? I’ve much forgiven; I’m a miracle of grace. 3 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I’ll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death. May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go; Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more deeply know! Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:3 Languages: English

How willing was Jesus to die

Author: Swain Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #159 (1844) Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ Lyrics: 1 How willing was Jesus to die, That we fellow-sinners might live! The life they could not take away, How ready was Jesus to give! They piercèd his hands and his feet; His hands and his feet he resigned; The pangs of his body were great, But greater the pangs of his mind. 2 That wrath would have kindled a hell Of never-abating despair, In millions of creatures, which fell On Jesus, and spent itself there. ’Twas justice that burst in a blaze Of vengeance on Jesus, our Head; Divinity’s indwelling rays Sustained him till nature was dead. 3 Divinity back to his frame The life he had yielded restored, And Jesus entombed was the same With Jesus in glory adored. No nearer we venture than this, To gaze on a deep so profound, But tread, whilst we taste of the bliss, With reverence the hallowed ground. Scripture: Luke 22:44 Languages: English

The Fountain Oepned

Author: Cowper Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #160 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ First Line: There is a fountain fill'd with blood Lyrics: 1 There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel’s veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 [The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away.] 3 [Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.] 4 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing thy power to save. Languages: English

Christ, our Sacrifice

Author: C. W. Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #161 (1844) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Topics: Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ First Line: The Lord, in the day of his anger, did lay Lyrics: 1 The Lord, in the day of his anger, did lay Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away. He died to atone for our sins, not his own; The Father has punished for us his dear Son. 2 [With joy we approve the design of his love; ’Tis a wonder below and a wonder above. Our Ransom, our Peace, and our Surety he is; Come, see if there ever were sorrow like his.] 3 [He came from above, the law’s curse to remove; He loved, he has loved us, because he would love; And, when time is no more, we still shall adore That ocean of love, without bottom or shore.] 4 Love moved him to die, and on this we rely, Our Jesus has loved us, we cannot tell why; But this we can tell, that he loved us so well, As to lay down his life to redeem us from hell. Languages: English