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O sacred Head surrounded

Author: H. W. Baker; St. Bernard Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #105 (1920) Topics: Lent Holy Week Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head surrounded By crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding Head, so wounded, Reviled and put to scorn! Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee, The glow of life decays, Yet angel hosts adore Thee, And tremble as they gaze. 2 I see Thy strength and vigour, All fading in the strife, And death with cruel rigour, Bereaving Thee of life; O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesus, all grace supplying, O turn Thy face on me. 3 In this, Thy bitter Passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be: Beneath Thy Cross abiding For ever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest. 4 Be near when I am dying; O show Thy Cross to me: And to my succour flying, Come, Lord, and set me free. These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move; For he, who dies believing, Dies safely through Thy love. Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
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Oh come and mourn with me awhile

Author: F. W. Faber Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #105 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
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Beneath the cross of Jesus

Author: Elizabeth Clephane, 1830-1869 Hymnal: Common Praise #105 (2000) Meter: 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand, the shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land; a home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way, from the burning of the noontide heat and the burden of the day. 2 Upon that cross of Jesus mine eye at times can see the very dying form of one who suffered there for me; and from my smitten heart, with tears, two wonders I confess: the wonders of redeeming love, and my own worthlessness. 3 I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place; I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of his face; content to let the world go by, to know no gain nor loss; my sinful self my only shame, my glory all, the cross. Scripture: Galatians 6:14 Languages: English Tune Title: ST CHRISTOPHER
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Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet

Author: Phineas Fletcher, 1582-1650 Hymnal: Common Praise #106 (2000) Meter: 10.10 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet, which brought from heaven the news and Prince of Peace. 2 Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to entreat; to cry for vengeance sin doth never cease. 3 In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears; nor let his eye see sin, but through my tears. Scripture: Genesis 4:10 Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 46
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Beneath the Cross of Jesus

Author: Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1830-1869 Hymnal: Lutheran Book of Worship #107 (1978) Meter: 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Topics: Monday in Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Beneath the cross of Jesus I long to take my stand; The shadow of a mighty rock Within a weary land, A home within a wilderness, A rest upon the way, From the burning of the noontide heat And burdens of the day. 2 Upon the cross of Jesus, My eye at times can see The very dying form of one Who suffered there for me. And from my contrite heart, with tears, Two wonders I confess: The wonder of his glorious love And my unworthiness. 3 I take, O cross, your shadow For my abiding place; I ask no other sunshine than The sunshine of his face; Content to let the world go by, To know no gain nor loss, My sinful self my only shame, My glory all, the cross. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CHRISTOPHER
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Father, whose everlasting love

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Common Praise #107 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Father, whose everlasting love thy only Son for sinners gave, whose grace to all did freely move, and sent him down the world to save; 2 Help us thy mercy to extol, immense, unfathomed, unconfined; to praise the Lamb who died for all, the general Saviour of mankind. 3 Thy undistinguishing regard was cast on Adam’s fallen race; for all thou hast in Christ prepared sufficient, sovereign, saving grace. 4 The world he suffered to redeem; for all he hath th'atonement made; for those that will not come to him the ransom of his life was paid. 5 Arise, O God, maintain thy cause, the fullness of the nations call; lift up the standard of thy cross and all shall own thou diedst for all. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 12:3 Languages: English Tune Title: ETON
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At the Cross her station keeping

Author: R. Mant; E. Caswall Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #108 (1920) Topics: Lent Holy Week Lyrics: 1 At the Cross her station keeping Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord, For her soul of joy bereaved, Bowed with anguish deeply grieved, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2 O how sad and sore distressed Now was she, that mother blessed Of the sole-begotten One, Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastised, She beheld her Son despised, Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5 Jesus, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardour gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER
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The grave itself a garden is

Author: C. Wordsworth Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #108b (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holy Week Tune Title: BELMONT
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Glory be to Jesus

Author: Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: Common Praise #108 (2000) Meter: 6.5.6.5 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Glory be to Jesus, who, in bitter pains, poured for me the life-blood from his sacred veins. 2 Grace and life eternal in that blood I find; blest be his compassion, infinitely kind. 3 Blest through endless ages be the precious stream, which from endless torments did the world redeem. 4 Abel's blood for vengeance pleaded to the skies; but the blood of Jesus for our pardon cries. 5 Oft as it is sprinkled on our guilty hearts, Satan in confusion terror-struck departs. 6 Oft as earth exulting wafts its praise on high, angel-hosts rejoicing make their glad reply. 7 Lift ye then your voices; swell the mighty flood; louder still and louder praise the precious blood. Scripture: 1 Peter 1:12 Languages: English Tune Title: CASWALL
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It is a thing most wonderful

Author: W. Walsham How, 1823-1897 Hymnal: Common Praise #109 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 It is a thing most wonderful, almost too wonderful to be, that God's own Son should come from heaven, and die to save a child like me. 2 And yet I know that it is true: he chose a poor and humble lot, and wept and toiled and mourned and died for love of those who loved him not. 3 I cannot tell how he could love a child so weak and full of sin; his love must be most wonderful, if he could die my love to win. 4 I sometimes think about the cross, and shut my eyes, and try to see the cruel nails and crown of thorns, and Jesus crucified for me. 5 But even could I see him die, I could but see a little part of that great love which, like a fire, is always burning in his heart. 6 It is most wonderful to know his love for me so free and sure; but 'tis more wonderful to see my love for him so faint and poor. 7 And yet I want to love thee, Lord; O light the flame within my heart, and I will love thee more and more, until I see thee as thou art. Scripture: 1 John 3:2 Languages: English Tune Title: HERONGATE

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