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How long wilt thou forget me

Appears in 22 hymnals Used With Tune: WINDSOR

The Saviour comes! no outward pomp

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 21 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp Bespeaks His presence nigh; No earthly beauty shines in Him To draw the carnal eye. 2 Rejected and despised of men, Behold a Man of woe! And grief His close companion still Through all His life below! 3 Yet all the griefs He felt were ours, Ours were the woes He bore; Pangs, not His own, His spotless soul With bitter anguish tore. 4 We held Him as condemned of heaven, An outcast from His God; While for our sins He groaned, He bled, Beneath His Father's rod. 5 His sacred blood hath washed our souls From sin's polluting stain; His stripes have healed us, and His death Revived our souls again. 6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray In ruin’s fatal road; On Him were our transgressions laid; He bore the mighty load. 7 He died to bear the guilt of men, That sin might be forgiven; He lives to bless them and defend, And plead their cause in heaven. Topics: TheChurch Year The Passion; TheChurch Year Palm Sunday; Christ Humiliation of; Christ Man of Woe Used With Tune: WINDSOR

Out of the depths to Thee I cry

Author: Mrs. E. E. Marcy, 1822- Appears in 20 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths to Thee I cry, Whose fainting footsteps trod The paths of our humanity, Incarnate Son of God! 2 Thou Man of grief, who once apart Didst all our sorrows bear, The trembling hand, the fainting heart, The agony, and prayer! 3 This is the consecrated dower Thy chosen ones obtain, To know Thy resurrection power Through fellowship of pain. 4 Then, O my soul, in silence wait! Faint not, O faltering feet! Press onward to that blest estate, In righteousness complete. 5 Let faith transcend the passing hour, The transient pain and strife; Upraised by an immortal power, The power of endless life. Topics: Christ Son of Man; Christ Son of Man; Afflictions Christ with us in; Christ Man of Sorrows; Christ Son of God; Christ Sufferings of; The Christian Life Aspiration and Prayer; Jesus (See also Christ) Sufferings of ; Resurrection Power of Christ's; Submission; Suffering Human; Sufferings of Christ; Patience Used With Tune: WINDSOR

To Mock Your Reign

Author: Fred Pratt Green Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 16 hymnals First Line: To mock your reign, O dearest Lord Lyrics: 1 To mock your reign, O dearest Lord, they made a crown of thorns, set you with taunts along that road from which no one returns. They could not know, as we do now, how glorious is that crown, that thorns would flow'r upon your brow, your sorrows heal our own. 2 In mock acclaim, O gracious Lord, they snatched a purple cloak, your passion turned, for all they cared, into a soldier's joke. They could not know, as we do now, that though we merit blame, you will your robe of mercy throw around our naked shame. 3 A sceptered reed, O patient Lord, they thrust into your hand, and acted out their grim charade to its appointed end. They could not know, as we do now, though empires rise and fall, your kingdom shall not cease to grow till love embraces all. Topics: Jesus Christ Passion and Cross; Jesus Christ Passion and Cross Scripture: John 19:2 Used With Tune: WINDSOR / COLESHILL

Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 19 hymnals First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1. Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord. 2. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell Among Thy praising saints, Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. 3. Our fathers trusted in Thy name, And great deliverance found; But I’m a worm, despised of men, And trodden to the ground. 4. Shaking the head, they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; In vain he trusts in God, they cry, Neglected and forlorn. 5. But Thou art He who formed my flesh By Thine almighty Word; And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord. 6. Why will my Father hide His face, When foes stand threatening round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not a helper found? 7. Behold Thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. 8. From earth and hell My sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail My hands, they pierce My feet, And try to vex My heart. 9. Yet if Thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heav’nly Father bruise The Son He loves so well? 10. My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup But I resign my will to Thee, And drink the sorrows up. 11. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought Me down Low as the dust of death. 12. Father, I give My Spirit up, And trust it in Thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at Thy command. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: The Psalms of David, 1719

Why Should I Vex My Soul?

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 37 hymnals First Line: Why should I vex my soul, and fret Lyrics: 1. Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great By violence and lies? 2. As flowery grass, cut down at noon, Before the evening fades, So shall their glories vanish soon In everlasting shades. 3. Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practice all that’s good; So shall I dwell among the just, And He’ll provide me food. 4. I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait His will; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfill. 5. Mine innocence shalt Thou display, And make Thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. 6. The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of Heav’n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv’n. 7. Rest in the Lord, and keep His way, Nor let your anger rise, Though Providence should long delay To punish haughty vice. 8. Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for He sees Their day of vengeance come. 9. They have drawn out the threatening sword, Have bent the murderous bow, To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. 10. My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts, Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: The Psalms of David, 1719

En lando malproksime for

Author: Cecil Frances Alexander; Adela Ŝefer Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1. En lando malproksime for, sur verda monta pint', krucume mortis la Sinjor', de l' mondo la Savint'. 2. Ha! nedireble premis lin doloroj kaj sufer'! Li mortis, ĉar li amis nin kaj ĉiun sur la ter'. 3. Por nia savo mortis li, pardono al homar'; por ke ĉielon iru ni tra ora portalar'. 4. Li sola povis doni sin por helpi nin al bon'; li sola povas gvidi nin al glora Dia tron'. 5. Ho, kare, kare amis li, kaj elaĉetis nin! Al lia sango fidu ni kaj ĉiam amu lin. Topics: Passion Scripture: Mark 15:22-24 Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: HE 55

In Thy Great Indignation, Lord

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals First Line: In Thy great indignation, Lord, Lyrics: 1 In Thy great indignation, Lord, Do Thou rebuke me not; Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand, In Thy displeasure hot. 2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick, Thy hand doth press me sore; And in my flesh there is no health, Nor soundness any more. 3 This grief I have because Thy wrath Is forth against me gone; And in my bones there is no rest, For sin that I have done. 4 Because gone up above my head My great transgressions be; And, as a weighty burden, they Too heavy are for me. 5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt; My folly makes it so. I troubled am, and much bowed down; All day I mourning go. 6 For a disease which loathsome is So fills my loins with pain, That in my weak and weary flesh No soundness doth remain. 7 So feeble and infirm am I, And broken am so sore, That, through disquiet of my heart, I have been made to roar. 8 O Lord, all that I do desire Is still before Thy eye; And of my heart the secret groans Not hidden are from Thee. 9 My heart doth pant incessantly, My strength doth quite decay; As for my eyes, their wonted light Is from me gone away. 10 My lovers and my friends do stand At distance from my sore; And they do stand aloof who were Kinsmen and kind before. 11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares; And they who would me wrong Have spoken mischief, and deceits Imagined all day long. 12 But as one deaf, I did not hear, I suffered all to pass; And as a dumb man I became, Whose mouth not opened was. 13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth Are no reproofs at all: For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God Will hear me when I call. 14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they Rejoice o’er me with pride; And o’er me magnify themselves, Because my foot doth slide." 15 For I am near to halt, my grief Is still before my eye; I will declare my sin, and grieve For my iniquity. 16 But yet my foes are full of life, My enemies are strong; And they are greatly multiplied Who hate and would me wrong. 17 And they for good who render ill, As en’mies me withstood; They are my bitter foes because I follow what is good. 18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, Far from me never be. O Lord, Thou my salvation art, In haste give help to me. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: The Psalms of David, in Metre (New York: H. Connelly, 1849)

The Bitter Waters

Author: John Newton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: Bitter, indeed, the waters are Lyrics: 1 Bitter, indeed, the waters are Which in this desert flow; Though to the eye they promise fair, They taste of sin and woe. 2 Of pleasing draughts I once could dream, But now, awake, I find, That sin has poisoned every stream, And left a curse behind. 3 But there’s a wonder-working wood, I’ve heard believers say, Can make these bitter waters good, And take the curse away. 4 The virtues of this healing tree Are known and prized by few; Reveal this secret, Lord, to me, That I may prize it too. 5 The cross on which the Savior died, And conquered for His saints; This is the tree, by faith applied, Which sweetens all complaints. 6 Thousands have found the blest effect, Nor longer mourn their lot; While on His sorrows they reflect, Their own are all forgot. 7 When they, by faith, behold the cross, Tho’ many griefs they meet; They draw again from every loss, And find the bitter sweet. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1

Have Mercy, Lord, On Us, We Pray

Author: Paul B. Henkel Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: Have mercy Lord, on us we pray Lyrics: 1 Have mercy Lord, on us we pray, Thy grace to us reveal; O turn Thy plagues from us away Tho’ we deserve them well. 2 Thy punishments are justly due, And answer to our crimes! And we are made to feel them too, In these distressing times. 3 Lord, what destruction death has made, How has it swept our towns; So many numbered with the dead, In neighboring places round. 4 Death visits us in all our homes, And there makes his abode: And hurries mortals to their tombs, That sink beneath his load. 5 Well may we sorrow, weep and mourn, And pray with all our heart: That God in mercy may return, 1 And bid our plagues depart. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: Church Hymn Book (New Market, VA: Solomon Henkel, 1816)