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It is finished!
Author: Jonathan Evans (1749-1809) Hymnal: Songs of Praise with Tunes #115 (1889) Topics: Christ Passion of First Line: Hark, the voice of love and mercy Scripture: Hebrews 10:1-14 Tune Title: BREST
It is finished!
'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #125 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
The star is dimm'd that lately shown:
'Tis midnight; in the garden now,
The suff'ring Saviour prays alone.
2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed
Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en the disciple that He loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt,
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by His God.
4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains
Is borne the song that angels know:
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. Languages: English
'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
Sev'n times our blessed Savior spoke
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #207 (1918) Meter: 8.8.7.8.7 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Sev'n times our blessed Savior spoke,
When on the cross our sins He took,
And died lest man should perish:
Let us His last and dying words
In our remembrance cherish.
2 "Father, forgive these men, for lo!
They truly know not what they do!"
So far His love extended:
Forgive us, Lord, for we, too, have
Through ignorance offended.
3 Now to the contrite thief He cries:
"Thou, verily, in Paradise
Shalt meet me ere tomorrow:"
Lord, take us to Thy kingdom soon,
Who linger here in sorrow.
4 To weeping Mary, standing by,
"Behold thy son!" now hear Him cry;
To John, "Behold thy mother!"
Provide, O Lord, for those we leave,
Let each befriend the other.
5 The Savior's fourth word was, "I thirst!"
O mighty Prince of Life, Thy thirst
For us and our salvation
Is truly great: do help us then
That we escape damnation.
6 The fifth, "My God, my God, O why
Forsake me?" Hark, the awful cry!
Lord, Thou wast here forsaken,
That we might be received on high;
Let this hope not be shaken.
7 The sixth, when victory was won,
"'Tis finished!" for Thy work was done.
Grant, Lord, that onward pressing
We may the work Thou dost impose
Fulfill with Thine own blessing.
8 The last, as woe and sufferings end,
"O God my Father, I commend
Into Thy hands my spirit:"
Be this, dear Lord, my dying wish;
O heavenly Father, hear it.
9 Whoe'er, by sense of sin oppressed,
Upon these words his thoughts will rest,
He joy and hope obtaineth,
And, through God's love and boundless grace,
A peaceful conscience gaineth.
10 O Jesus Christ, Thou Crucified,
Who hast for our offenses died,
Grant that we e'er may ponder
Thy wounds, Thy cross, Thy bitter death,
Both here below and yonder. Languages: English
Sev'n times our blessed Savior spoke
From Calvary a cry was heard
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #236 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 From Calvary a cry was heard,
A bitter and heart-rending cry;
My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespeaks Thy soul’s deep agony.
2 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace--
These Thou couldst bear, nor once repine;
But when Jehovah veil'd His face,
Unutterable pangs were Thine.
3 Let the dumb world its silence break;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky;
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died, that we might never die.
4 Lord! on Thy cross I fix mine eye:
If e’er I lose its strong control,
Oh, let that dying, piercing cry
Melt and reclaim my wand'ring soul. Languages: English
From Calvary a cry was heard
O Love, How Deep
Author: T. á Kempis, 1380-1471; B. Webb, 1819-85 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #281 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: O love, how deep, how high, how broad Lyrics: 1 O love, how deep, how broad, how high,
How passing thought the love of God,
That Christ, 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,
And to this world Himself He came.
3 For us baptized, for us He bore
His holy fast, and hungered sore;
For us temptations sharp He knew;
For us the tempter overthrew.
4 For us He prayed, for us He taught;
For us His daily works He wrought;
By words and signs and actions thus
Still seeking not Himself, but us.
5 For us to wicked men betrayed,
Scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,
He bore the shameful cross and death,
For us gave up His dying breath.
6 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.
7 All glory to our Lord and God
For love so deep, so high, so broad;
The Trinity whom we adore
Forever and forevermore.
Languages: English Tune Title: DEO GRACIAS
O Love, How Deep
My Song Is Love Unknown
Author: S. Crossman, c. 1624-84 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #303 (1996) Meter: 6.6.6.6.4.4.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 My song is love unknown,
My Savior’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 grew 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 In life no house, no home
My Lord of earth might have;
In death no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heav'n was His home;
but mine the tomb wherein He lay.
4 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.
Languages: English
My Song Is Love Unknown
Now from the Garden to the Cross
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CXCVII (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Now from the Garden to the Cross,
Let us attend the Lamb of God.
Be all Things else accounted Dross,
Compar'd with Sin atoning Blood.
2 See, how the patient Jesus stands,
Insulted in his lowest Case:
Sinners have bound th' Almighty's Hands;
And spit in their Creator's Face.
3 With Thorns his Temples gor'd and gash'd,
Send Streams of Blood from ev'ry Part.
His Back's with knotted Scourges lash'd:
But sharper Scourges tear his Heart.
4 Nail'd naked to th' accursed Wood;
Expos'd to Earth, and Heav'n above,
A Spectacle of wounds and Blood;
A Prodigy of injur'd Love!
5 Hear how his doleful Cries affright
Affected Angels, while they view.
His Friends forsook him in the Night;
And now his God forsakes him too.
6 Oh what a Field of Battle's here!
Vengenace and Love their Pow'rs oppose:
Never was such a mighty Pair;
Never were two such desp'rate Foes.
7 Behold that Pale, that languid Face,
That drooping Head, those cold dead Eyes!
Behold, in Sorrow and Disgrace,
Our conqu'ring Heroe hands and dies!
8 Ye that assume his sacred Name,
Now tell me, what can all this mean?
What was it bruis'd God's harmless Lamb!
What was it pierc'd his Soul, but Sin?
9 Blush, Christian, blush; let Shame abound,
If Sin affects Thee not with Woe,
Whatever Spirit's in Thee found,
Christ's Spirit thou didst never know.
Languages: English
Now from the Garden to the Cross
Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #126 (1870) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams
Our Saviour at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams
Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.
2 How damp were the vapors that fell on His head!
How hard was His pillow! how humble His bed!
The angels, astonish'd, grew sad at the sight,
And follow'd their Master with solemn delight.
3 O garden of Olives, thou dear honor'd spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above;
The triumph of sorrow--the triumph of love.
4 Come, saints, and adore Him; come, bow at His feet,
Oh, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasingly rise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. Languages: English
Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams
A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #191 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth,
The guilt of all men bearing;
'Tis laden with the sin of earth,
None else the burden sharing;
It goes its way, grows weak and faint,
To slaughter led without complaint,
Its spotless life to offer;
Bears shame, and stripes, and wounds, and death,
Anguish and mockery, and saith,
"Willing all this I suffer."
2 This Lamb is Christ, the soul's great Friend
And everlasting Savior;
Him, Him God chose, sin's reign to end
And bring us to His favor.
"Go forth, my Son!" He said, "and bail
The children, who are doomed to hell
But for Thine intercession.
The punishment is great, and dread
The wrath, but Thou Thy blood shalt shed,
And save them from perdition."
3 "Yea, Father, yea, most willingly
I'll bear what Thou commandest;
My will conforms to Thy decree,
I do what Thou demandest."
O wondrous Love! what hast Thou done!
The Father offers up His Son,
The Son content descendeth!
O Love! O Love! how strong art Thou!
In shroud and grave Thou lay'st Him low
Whose word the mountains rendeth!
4 Thou lay'st him, Love, upon the cross,
With nails and spear Him bruising;
Thou slay'st Him as a lamb, His loss,
From soul and body oozing;
From body 'tis the crimson flood
Of precious sacrificial blood,
From soul, the strength of anguish:
My gain it is; sweet Lamb to Thee
What can I give, whose love to me
For me doth make Thee languish?
5 Lord, all my life I'll cleave to Thee,
Thy love fore'er beholding,
Thee ever, as Thou ever me,
With loving arms enfolding.
Yea, Thou shalt be my Beacon-light,
To guide me safe through death's dark night,
And cheer my heart in sorrow;
Henceforth myself and all that's mine
to Thee, my Savior, I consign,
From whom all things I borrow.
6 By morn and eve my theme shall be
Thy mercy's wondrous measure;
To sacrifice myself to Thee,
My foremost aim and pleasure.
My stream of life shall flow for Thee,
Its steadfast current ceaselessly
In praise to Thee outpouring;
And all that Thou hast done for me,
I'll treasure in my memory,
Thy gracious love adoring.
7 Enlarge, shrine of my heart, and swell,
To Thee shall now be given
A treasure that doth far excel
The worth of earth and heaven.
Away with the Arabian gold,
With treasures of an earthly mold!
I've found a better jewel.
My priceless treasure, Lord my God,
Is Thy most holy, precious blood,
Which flowed from wounds so cruel.
8 This treasure ever I'll employ,
This ever aid shall yield me;
In sorrow it shall be my joy,
In conflict it shall shield me;
In joy, the music of my feast,
And when all else has lost its zest,
This manna still shall feed me;
In thirst my drink; in want my food;
My company in solitude,
To comfort and to lead me.
9 Death's poison cannot harm me now,
Thy blood new life bestoweth;
My Shadow from the heat art Thou,
When noonday's sunlight gloweth.
When I'm by inward grief opprest,
On Thee my weary soul shall rest,
As sick men on their pillows.
Thou art my Anchor, when by woe
My bark is driven to and fro
On trouble's restless billows.
10 And when Thy glory I shall see
And taste Thy kingdom's pleasure,
Thy blood my royal robe shall be,
And joy beyond at measure;
It then shall be my glorious crown,
Thus I'll appear before the throne
Of God, and need not hide me;
And shall, by Him to Thee betrothed,
By Thee in bridal garments clothed,
Stand as a bride beside Thee. Languages: English
A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth
To Thee, Lord Jesus, thanks we give
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #193 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 To Thee, Lord Jesus, thanks we give,
Who diedst for us, that we might live,
And through Thy holy, precious blood
Hast made us righteous before God.
2 We pray Thee, O true God and Man,
Who wast for our offences slain:
Save us from everlasting death,
And cheer us, when we yield our breath.
3 Defend us, Lord, from sin and shame;
Help us by Thine almighty name
To bear our crosses patiently,
To trust in Thy great agony.
4 And thence the full assurance gain,
That Thou wilt e'er our Friend remain,
And not forsake us in our strife,
Until we enter into life. Languages: English
To Thee, Lord Jesus, thanks we give
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