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Christ, thy sacred Wounds and Passion
Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #27 (1732) Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: I. Christ, thy sacred Wounds and Passion,
Bloody Sweat, Cross, Death, and tomb,
Be my daily Meditation,
Till I to thy Presence come.
When a sinful Thought shall start,
Ready to seduce my heart;
Shew me, that my own Pollution
Caus'd thy bloody Execution.
II. Should my Bosom with lewd Passion
Be enflam'd, and burn to Sin,
Let the Thoughts of thine Oblation
Quench that spreading Hell within.
When the Serpent makes his Way
To my Heart, Lord grant I may
With thy Cross, and Crown of Briar,
Chace from thence that grand Destroyer.
III. Would the world, with gay Temptation
Draw me in its own brad Way;
Let me then think on thy Passion,
And the Load which on Thee lay.
Sure the Sweat, and precious Blood
Of my dear expiring God
Will create in me a Passion
To oppose and shun Temptation.
IV. Lord, in ev'ry sore Oppression,
Let thy Wounds be my Relief.
When I seek thine Intercession,
And new Strength to my Belief.
In thy bloody Hands and Feet
All my greatest Comforts meet.
This imprinted Demonstration
Of thy Love, be my Salvation.
V. All my Hope and Consolation,
Christ, is in thy bitter Death.
In the Hour of Expiration,
Lord, receive my dying Breath.
By thine Agony and Sweat,
Grant me, Lord, a safe Retreat.
By thy glorious Resurrection,
Raise thy Servant to Perfection.
VI. Christ, thy sacred Wounds and Passion,
Bloody Sweat, Cross, Death and Tomb,
Be my daily Meditation,
Till I to thy Presence come;
Most of all, when I go hence,
Let this be my Confidence,
That thy deep humiliation
Was to purchase my Salvation.
Languages: English
Christ, thy sacred Wounds and Passion
Lord Jesus, by Thy passion
Author: Richard F. Littledale Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #236 (1899) Topics: Christ Passion of Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus, by Thy Passion,
To Thee I make my prayer;
Thou who in mercy smitest,
Have mercy, Lord, and spare:
Oh, wash me in the fountain
That floweth from Thy side;
Oh, clothe me in the raiment
Thy blood hath purified.
2 Oh, hold Thou up my goings,
And lead from strength to strength,
That unto Thee in Zion
I may appear at length.
Oh, make my spirit worthy
To join that ransomed throng;
Oh, teach my lips to utter
That everlasting song.
3 Oh, give that last, best blessing
That even saints can know,
To follow in Thy footsteps
Wherever Thou dost go.
Not wisdom, might, or glory,
I ask to win above;
I ask for Thee, Thee only,
O Thou eternal Love!
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: CRUX CHRISTI
Lord Jesus, by Thy passion
Lord, Thy Death and Passion Give
Author: Johann Heermann; Miss C. Winkworth Hymnal: The New Christian Hymnal #421 (1929) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Choral Section Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1. Lord, Thy death and passion give
Strength and comfort in my need.
Ev'ry hour while here I live,
On Thy love my soul shall feed.
Thou didst death for me endure,
And I shun all thoughts impure;
Thinking on Thy bitter pains,
Hushed in prayer my heart remains.
2. Thy blest cross hath pow'r to heal
All the wounds of sin and strife.
Lost in Thee, my heart doth feel
Sudden warmth and nobler life,
In my saddest, darkest grief,
Let Thy sweetness bring relief.
Thou who camest but to save,
Thou who fearest not the grave!
3. Lord, in Thee I place my trust,
Thou art my Defense and Tow'r;
Death Thou treadest in the dust,
O'er my soul he hath no pow'r.
That I may have part in Thee,
Help and save and comfort me;
Give me of Thy grace and might,
Resurrection, life and light.
4. Fount of good, within me dwell,
For the peace Thy presence sheds
Keeps us safe in conflict fell,
Stills the pain from dying beds.
Hide me safe within Thine arm,
Where no foe can hurt or harm;
Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest,
He hath conquered, he is blest.
Languages: English Tune Title: O LIEBE MEINER LIEBE
Lord, Thy Death and Passion Give
On the Passion
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XLIII (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: Come, all ye Chosen Saints of God Lyrics: 1 Come, all ye Chosen Saints of God,
That long to feel the cleansing Blood,
In pensive Pleasure join with me,
To sing of sad Gethsemane.
2 Gethsemane the Olive Press!
(And why so call'd, let Christians guess)
Fit Name! Fit Place! Where Vengeance strove,
And grip'd and grappled hard with Love.
3 'Twas here the Lord of Life appear'd,
And sigh'd, and groan'd, and pray'd and fear'd;
Bore all incarnate God could bear,
With Strength enough--and none to spare.
4 The Pow'rs of hell united press'd,
And squeez'd his Heart, and bruiz'd his Breast.
What dreadful Conflicts rag'd within,
When Sweat and Blood forc'd thro the Skin!
5 Dispatch'd from Heaven an Angel stood,
Amaz'd to find him bath'd in Blood;
Ador'd by Angels, and obey'd;
But lower now than Angels made.
6 He stood to strengthen, not to fight;
Justice exacts its utmost Mite.
This Victim Vengeance will pursue;
He undertook, and must go through.
7 Three favor'd Servants left not far,
Were bid to wait and watch the War.
But Christ withdrawn, what Watch to keep!
To shun the Sight, they sunk in Sleep.
8 Backwards and forwards thrice he ran,
As if he sought some Help from Man;
Or wish'd at least they would condole
('Twas all they could) his tortur'd Soul.
9 Whate'er he sought for, there was none;
Our Captain fought the Field alone;
'Soon as the Chief to Battle led,
That Moment ev'ry Soldier fled.
10 Mysterious Conflict! Dark Disguise!
Hid from all Creature's piercing Eyes.
Angels astonish'd view'd the Scene,
And wonder yet what all could mean.
11 Oh, Mount of Olives! sacred Grove!
Oh, Garden, Scene of tragic Love!
What bitter Herbs thy Beds produce!
How rank their Scent! How harsh their Juice!
12 Rare Virtues now those Herbs contain:
The Sav'our suck'd out all their Bane.
My Mouth with these if Conscience cram,
I'll eat them with the Paschal Lamb.
13 Oh, Kedron, gloomy Brook, how foul
Thy black polluted Waters roll!
No Tongue can tell (but some can taste)
The Filth that into thee was cast.
14 In Eden's Garden, there was Food
Of ev'ry kind for Man, while good;
But banish'd thence, we fly to Thee,
O Garden of Gethsemane.
Languages: English
On the Passion
O sacred Head! now wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt; James W. Alexander; Bernard of Clairvaux Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #243a (1899) Topics: Christ Passion of Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head! now wounded,
With grief and shame bowed 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 How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
3 What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
Oh, let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!
4 Forbid that I should leave Thee;
O Jesus, leave not me;
By faith I would receive Thee;
Thy blood can make me free;
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,
By Thine own wounded heart.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O sacred Head! now wounded
Jesus, I Will Ponder Now
Author: S. von Birken, c. 1611-1675; A. Crull, 1845-1923 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #287 (1996) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I will ponder now
On Thy holy Passion;
With Thy Spirit me endow
For such meditation.
Grant that I in love and faith
May the image cherish
Of Thy suff'ring, pain, and death,
That I may not perish.
2 Make me see Thy great distress,
Anguish, and affliction,
Bonds and stripes and wretchedness
And Thy crucifixion;
Make me see how scourge and rod,
Spear and nails, did wound Thee,
How for man Thou diedst, O God,
Who with thorns had crowned Thee.
3 Yet, O Lord, not thus alone
Make me see Thy Passion,
But its cause to me make known
And its termination.
Ah! I also and my sin
Wrought Thy deep affliction;
This indeed the cause hath been
Of Thy crucifixion.
4 Grant that I Thy Passion view
With repentant grieving
Nor Thee crucify anew
By unholy living.
How could I refuse to shun
Ev'ry sinful pleasure
Since for me God's only Son
Suffered without measure?
5 If my sins give me alarm
And my conscience grieve me,
Let Thy cross my fear disarm,
Peace of conscience give me.
Grant that I may trust in Thee
And Thy holy Passion.
If His Son so loveth me,
God must have compassion.
6 Grant that I may willingly
Bear with Thee my crosses,
Learning humbleness of Thee,
Peace mid pain and losses.
May I give Thee love for love!
Hear me, O my Savior,
That I may in heav'n above
Sing Thy praise forever.
Languages: English Tune Title: JESU KREUZ, LEIDEN UND PEIN
Jesus, I Will Ponder Now
On the PASSION
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #XLIII (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: Come, all ye Chosen Saints of God Languages: English
On the PASSION
Jesus, I will ponder now
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #192 (1918) Meter: 7.6.8.1 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I will ponder now
On Thy holy passion;
With Thy Spirit me endow
For such meditation.
Grant that I in love and faith
May the image cherish
Of Thy suffering, pain, and death,
That I may not perish.
2 Make me see Thy great distress,
Anguish and affliction,
Bonds and stripes, and wretchedness,
And Thy crucifixion;
Make me see how scourge and rod,
Spear and nails did wound Thee,
How for them Thou diedst, O God,
Who with thorns had crowned Thee.
3 Yet, O Lord, not thus alone
Make me see Thy passion,
But its cause to me make known,
And its termination.
Ah! I also and my sin
Wrought thy deep affliction;
This the real cause hath been
Of Thy crucifixion.
4 Grant that I Thy passion view
With repentant grieving,
Nor Thee crucify anew
By unholy living.
How could I refuse to shun
Every sinful pleasure,
Since for me God's only Son
Suffered without measure?
5 If my sins give me alarm
And my conscience grieve me,
Let Thy cross my fear disarm,
Peace of conscience give me.
Grant that I may trust in Thee
And Thy holy passion;
If His Son so loveth me,
God must have compassion.
6 Grant that I may willingly
Bear with Thee my crosses,
Learning humbleness of Thee,
Peace 'mid pain and losses.
Let me give Thee love for love.
Hear me, O my Savior,
That I may in heaven above
Sing Thy praise forever. Languages: English
Jesus, I will ponder now
Godly sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #IV (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! Lyrics: 1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would he devote that sacred Head
For such a Worm as I?
[2 Thy Body slain sweet Jesus thine,
And bath'd in its own Blood,
While all expos'd to Wrath divine
The glorious Suff'rer stood!]
3 Was it for Crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the Tree?
Amazing Pity! Grace unknown!
And Love beyond degree!
4 Well might the Sun in Darkness hide,
And shut his Glories in,
When GOD the Mighty Maker, dy'd
For Man the Creature's sin.
5 Thus might I hide my blushing Face,
While his dear Cross appears;
Dissolve my Heart in Thankfulness,
And melt my Eyes to Tears.
6 But Drops of grief can ne'er repay
The Debt of Love we owe;
Here, Lord, I give my self away;
'Tis all that I can do. Languages: English
Godly sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ
Godly Sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #IV (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! Languages: English
Godly Sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ
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
Thy soul, O Jesus, hallow me
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #206 (1918) 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, pierced 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 inclose,
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
Sing, My Tongue, How Glorious Battle
Author: V. Fortunatus, c. 530-609 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #298 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Sing, my tongue, how glorious battle
Glorious victory became;
And above the cross, His trophy,
Tell the triumph and the fame,
Tell how He, the world's Redeemer,
By His death for us o'ercame.
2 Tell how, when at length the fullness
of th' appointed time was come,
Christ, the Word, was born of woman,
left for us his heavenly home;
showed us human life made perfect,
shone as light amid the gloom.
3 Thus the scheme of our salvation
Was of old in order laid,
That the manifold deceiver's
Art by art might be out-weighed,
And the lure the foe put forward
Into means of healing made.
4 Therefore, when th'appointed fullness
Of the holy time was come,
He was sent, who maketh all things,
Forth from God's eternal home;
Thus He came to earth incarnate,
Offspring of a Virgin's womb.
5 Thirty years among us dwelling,
His appointed time fulfilled,
Born for this, He meets His Passion,
For that this He freely willed,
On the cross the Lamb is lifted
Where His life-blood shall be spilled.
6 Faithful cross! Above all other,
One and only noble tree!
None in foliage, none in blossom,
None in fruit thy peer may be!
Sweetest wood and sweetest iron!
Sweetest weight is hung on thee.
7 Thou alone wast counted worthy
This world's ransom to uphold;
For a shipwrecked race preparing
Harbor, like the ark of old;
With the sacred blood anointed
From the smitten Lamb that rolled.
8 To the Trinity be glory:
Everlasting, as is meet;
Equal to the Father, equal
To the Son and Paraclete:
O Thou Three in One, whose praises
All created things repeat.
Languages: English Tune Title: PICARDY
Sing, My Tongue, How Glorious Battle
Unwearied earnestness
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #406 (1891) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christ Passion of First Line: Father, I stretch my hands to thee Scripture: Hebrews 12:2-3 Languages: English
Unwearied earnestness
Judgment terrors—judgment raptures
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #1014 (1891) Meter: 8.7.4 Topics: Christ Passion of First Line: Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus Languages: English
Judgment terrors—judgment raptures
When o'er my sins I sorrow
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #197 (1918) Meter: 7.6.7.6.8.7.6 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 When o'er my sins I sorrow,
Lord, I will look to Thee,
And hence my comfort borrow,
That Thou wast slain for me,
Yea, Lord, Thy precious blood was spilt
For me, 0 most unworthy,
To take away my guilt.
2 O what a marvelous offering!
Behold! the Master spares
His servants, and their suffering
And grief for them He bears.
God stoopeth from His throne on high,
For me, His guilty creature,
He deigns as man to die.
3 My manifold transgression
Henceforth can harm me none,
Since Jesus' bloody Passion
For me God's grace hath won;
His precious blood my debts hath paid;
Of hell and all its torments
I am no more afraid.
4 Therefore, I will forever
Give glory unto Thee,
O Jesus, loving Savior,
For what Thou'st borne for me.
I'll spend my breath in songs of thanks
For Thy sad cry, Thy sufferings,
Thy wrongs, Thy guiltless death.
5 Lord, let Thy woes, Thy patience,
My heart with strength inspire
To vanquish all temptations,
And spurn all base desire;
This thought I fain would cherish most--
What pain my soul's redemption
To Thee, O Savior cost!
6 Whate'er may be the burden,
The cross here on me laid;
Be shame or want my guerdon,
I'll bear it with Thine aid;
Give patience, give me strength to take
Thee for my bright example,
And all the world forsake.
7 And let me do to others
As Thou hast done to me:
Love all men as my brothers,
And serve them willingly,
With ready heart, nor seek my own,
But as Thou, Lord, hast helped us,
From purest love alone.
Languages: English
When o'er my sins I sorrow
When I survey the wondrous cross
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #204 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all. Languages: English
When I survey the wondrous cross
Jesus Christ, Our Lord Most Holy
Author: M. Grodzki; J. Bajus, 1901-71 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #285 (1996) Meter: 8.8.10.10 Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English Tune Title: TESHINIENS
Jesus Christ, Our Lord Most Holy
Over Kedron Jesus Treadeth
Author: T. H. Kingo, 1634-1703 ; J. Jeffrey; M. DeGarmeaux, b. 1958 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #295 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth
To His passion for us all;
Ev'ry human eye be weeping,
Tears of bitter grief let fall!
Round His spirit flock the foes,
Place their shafts and bend their bows,
Aiming at the Savior solely,
While the world forsakes Him wholly.
2 David once, with heart afflicted,
Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand,
Clouds of gloom and grief about him
When an exile from his land.
But, O Jesus, blacker now
Bends the cloud above Thy brow,
Hasting to death's dreary portals
For the shame and sin of mortals.
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4 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth
Prostrate, and with struggling breath,
Three times on His God He calleth,
Praying that the bitter death
And the cup of doom may go,
Still He cries, in all His woe:
"Not My will, but Thine,
O Father!" And the angels round Him gather.
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6 But, O flow'rs, so sadly watered
By this pure and precious dew,
In some blessed hour your blossoms
'Neath the olive-shadows grew!
Eden's garden did not bear
Aught that can with you compare,
For the blood, thus freely given,
Makes my soul the heir of heaven.
7 When as flow'rs themselves I wither,
When I droop and fade life grass,
When the life-streams through my pulses
Dull and ever duller pass,
When at last they cease to roll
Then, to cheer my singing soul,
Grace of Jesus, be Thou given--
Source of triumph! pledge of heaven!
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Languages: English Tune Title: OVER KEDRON JESUS TRÆDER
Over Kedron Jesus Treadeth
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Author: I. Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #308 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that harm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Languages: English Tune Title: HAMBURG
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Christ our ransom
Author: John Fawcett Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #312 (1891) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Christ Passion of First Line: Our sins on Christ were laid Scripture: 1 Peter 2:24 Languages: English
Christ our ransom
Christ Crucified
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #VI (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: All ye that pass by Lyrics: 1 All ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh,
To you it is nothing that Jesus should die?
2 Your Ransom and Peace,
Your Surety he is;
Come see if there ever was Sorrow like his.
3 For what you have done,
His Blood doth attone;
The Father hath punish'd for you his dear Son.
4 The Lord in the Day
Of Anger did lay
Your Sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.
5 He answer'd for All;
Oh, come, at his Call,
And low at his Cross with Astonishment fall,
6 For you, and for me,
He pray'd on the Tree;
The Pray'r is accepted, the Sinner is free.
7 That Sinner am I,
Who on Christ rely,
And come for the Pardon God will not deny.
8 My Pardon I claim,
A Sinner I am,
A Sinner believing in Jesus's Name.
9 He gives me the Grace,
Which now I embrace;
Oh, Father, thou knowest he dy'd in my Place.
10 His Death is my Plea,
My Advocate see,
And hear the Blood speak that hath answer'd for me.
11 Acquitted I was
By's Death on the Cross;
And losing his Life, he hath carry'd my Cause.
Languages: English
Christ Crucified
Greatest High-Priest, Saviour Christ
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #XCIV (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ Languages: English
Greatest High-Priest, Saviour Christ
When Christ hung on the cursed Tree
Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #32 (1732) Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: I. When Christ hung on the cursed Tree,
A bloody Sacrfice for Thee,
Bereft of Consolation,
His Seven last words, of all, deserve
Thy deepest Meditation.
II. The First bespeaks the Depth of Love;
In which he pray'd to God above
For his imbitter'd Nation.
Father, forgive our Ignorance
At thy Son's Intercession.
III. The Second was the great Relief
He promis'd the repenting Thief,
Firmly asseverated.
Lord bring us to thy Paradise,
When we are hence translated.
IV, The Third, the Care he well apply'd,
For his blest Mother to provide
By him whom he best loved.
Provide, O God, for Those we leave,
When we are hence removed.
V. The Fourth was, when he cried: I thirst!
Alas! for whom, but for the Curst,
And all Mankind's Redemption?
Lord, true Repentance grant, that we
May answer thy Intention.
VI. The Fifth the Lord in Anguish spoke:
Why hast thou, God, my soul forsook,
While ev'ry Terror presses?
Lord, grant our Souls from thy Distress
May fetch all-healing Graces.
VII. 'Tis finish'd: was the following word,
By which our great and dying Lord
Retriev'd our lost Salvation.
Ye mourning Winners, all rejoice
To hear this Declaration.
VIII. The Sev'nth was: Father to thy Hand
My Soul and Spirit I commend:
This be my last Expression.
Lord Jesu! when thou call'st me hence,
Take me to thy Possession.
IX. Whoever pays a deep Regard
To these Expressions of our Lord,
And mourns their sad Occasion,
Will lay, for everlasting Life,
A strong and sure Foundation.
Languages: English Tune Title: [When Christ hung on the cursed Tree]
When Christ hung on the cursed Tree
Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #195 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light,
My Strength by day, my Trust by night,
On earth I'm but a passing guest,
And sorely with my sins oppressed.
2 Far off I see my fatherland,
Where through Thy blood I hope to stand,
But ere I reach that Paradise,
A weary way before me lies.
3 My heart sinks at the journey's length,
My wasted flesh has little strength,
Only my soul still cries in me:
"Lord, take me home, take me to Thee!"
4 O let Thy sufferings give me power
To meet the last and darkest hour;
Thy sweat refresh and comfort me,
Thy bonds and fetters make me free!
5 The blows and stripes that fell on Thee
Heal up the wounds of sin in me;
Thy crown of thorns, Thy foes' mad spite
Let be my glory and delight!
6 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine
Let help me bear with patience mine;
Thy piercing cry uphold my soul,
When floods of anguish o'er me roll!
7 O let Thy holy wounds for me
Clefts in the rock forever be,
Where as a dove my soul can hide
And safe from Satan's rage abide.
8 And when my lips grow white and chill,
Thy Spirit cry within me still,
And help my soul Thy heaven to find,
When these poor eyes grow dark and blind!
9 And when my spirit flies away,
Thy parting words shall be my stay,
Let me depart with peaceful brow,
When I in death my head shall bow.
10 Thy cross shall be my staff in life,
Thy holy grave my rest from strife;
The winding-sheet that covered Thee,
O let it be a shroud for me.
11 Lord, from Thy nail-prints let me read
That Thou to save me hast decreed,
And grant that in Thy opened side
My troubled soul may ever hide.
12 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just,
I take my homeward way in trust,
The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide,
When here I may no more abide.
13 And when the last great day shall come,
And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom,
Let me with joy behold the light,
And set me then upon Thy right.
14 Renew this wasted flesh of mine,
That like the sun it there may shine
Among the angels pure and bright,
Yea, like Thyself in glorious light.
15 Ah, then I have my heart's desire,
When singing with the angels' choir,
Among the ransomed of Thy grace,
Forever I behold Thy face! Languages: English
Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light
Christ, the Life of all the living
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #196 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living,
Christ, the Death of death, our foe,
Who Thyself for me once giving
To the darkest depths of woe,
Madest reconciliation,
And hast saved me from damnation:
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
2 Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee
Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod;
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,
0 Thou sinless Son of God!
Thus didst Thou my soul deliver
From the bonds of sin forever.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
3 Thou hast borne the smiting only
That my wounds might all be whole;
Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely,
Rest to give my weary soul;
Yea, the curse of God enduring,
Blessing unto me securing.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
4 Heartless scoffers did surround Thee,
Treating Thee with cruel scorn,
E'en with piercing thorns they crowned Thee;
All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne,
That as Thine Thou mightest own me,
And with heavenly glory crown me.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
5 Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee,
That from pain I might be free;
Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee--
Thence I gain security;
Comfortless once Thou didst languish,
Me to comfort in my anguish.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.
6 Thou hast suffered great affliction
And hast borne it patiently,
Even death by crucifixion,
That Thou might'st atone for me;
Thou didst choose to be tormented,
That my doom should be prevented.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. Languages: English
Christ, the Life of all the living
Lord Jesus Christ, My Life, My Light
Author: M. Behm, 1557-1622; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #291 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light,
My Strength by day, my Trust by night,
On earth I'm but a passing guest
And sorely by my sins oppressed.
2 Far off I see my fatherland,
Where through Thy blood I hope to stand.
But ere I reach that Paradise
A weary way before me lies.
3 My heart sinks at the journey's length,
My wasted flesh has little strength;
My soul alone still cries in me;
"Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee!"
4 Oh let Thy suff'rings give me pow'r
To meet the last and darkest hour!
Thy blood refresh and comfort me;
Thy bonds and fetters make me free.
5 The blows and stripes that fell on Thee
Heal up the wounds of sin in me;
Thy crown of thorns, Thy foes' mad spite,
Let be my glory and delight.
6 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine
Cause me to bear with patience mine;
Thy piercing cry uphold my soul
When floods of anguish o'er me roll!
7 Thy Spirit cry within me still
When here my lips grow white and chill,
And help my soul Thy heav'n to find
When these poor eyes grow dark and blind!
8 Thy dying words let be my light
When death approaches as dark night;
Defend me in my dying breath
When then I bow my head in death.
9 Thy cross let be my staff in life,
Thy holy grave my rest from strife;
The winding sheet that covered Thee,
O let it be a shroud for me.
10 Lord, in Thy nail prints let me read
That Thou to save me hast decreed
And grant that in Thine opened side
My troubled soul may ever hide.
11 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just,
I take my homeward way in trust.
The gates of heav'n, Lord, open wide
When here I may no more abide.
12 And when the last Great Day shall come
And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom,
Let me with joy behold the light
And set me then upon Thy right.
13 Renew this wasted flesh of mine
That like the sun it there may shine
Among the angels pure and bright,
Yea, like Thyself in glorious light.
14 Ah, then shall I most joyful be
And with the angels sing to Thee
And with Thy blessed, chosen fold
Fore'er Thy gracious face behold.
Languages: English Tune Title: HERR JESU CHRIST, MEINS
Lord Jesus Christ, My Life, My Light
Christ Crucified
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #VI (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: All ye that pass by Languages: English
Christ Crucified
Christ's Sufferings and Exaltation
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CC (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: Now let our mournful Songs record Lyrics: 1 Now let our mournful Songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord,
When he complain'd in Tears and Blood,
As one forsaken of his God.
2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shake their Heads and laugh'd in Scorn:
"He rescu'd others from the Grave,
"Now let him try himself to save.
3 "This is the Man did once pretend
"God was his Father and his Friend;
"If God, the blessed lov'd him so,
"Why doth he fail to help him now?"
4 Barbarous People! Cruel Priests!
How they stood round like Savage Beasts;
Like Lions gaping to devour,
When God had left him in their Pow'r.
5 They wound his Head, his Hands, his Feet,
Till Streams of Blood each other meet;
By Lot his Garments they divide,
And mock the Pangs in which he dy'd.
6 But God, his Father, heard his Cry;
Rais'd from the Dead he reigns on high,
The Nations learn his Righteousness,
And humble Sinners taste his Grace. Languages: English
Christ's Sufferings and Exaltation
Christ's Sufferings and Exultation
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CC (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: Now let our mournful Songs record Languages: English
Christ's Sufferings and Exultation
CHRIST"S Humiliation and Exaltation
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCCVII (1791) Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: What equal Honours shall we bring Lyrics: 1 What equal Honours shall we bring
To thee O LORD our GOD the Lamb,
When all the Notes that Angels sing
Are far inferior to thy Name?
2 Worthy is he that once was slain,
The Prince of Peace that groaned and dy'd
Worthy to rise, and live and reign
At his Almighty Father's Side.
3 Pow'r and Dominion are his Due
Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's Bar,
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Tho' he was charg'd with Madness here.
4 All Riches are his native Right,
Yet he sustain'd amazing Loss;
To him ascribe eternal Might,
Who left his Weakness on the Cross:
5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of Scandal and of Scorn;
While Glory shines around his Head,
And a bright Crown without a Thorn.
7 Blessings for ever on the Lamb
Who bore the Curse for wretched Men;
Let Angels sound his sacred Name,
And ev'ry Creature say, Amen. Languages: English
CHRIST"S Humiliation and Exaltation
Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCCVII (1801) Topics: The Passion of Christ First Line: What equal Honours shall we bring Languages: English
Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation
Go to dark Gethsemane
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #199 (1918) Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with Him one bitter hour;
Turn not from His griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned;
O the wormwood and the gall!
Oh, the pangs His soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame or loss,
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb,
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete;
"It is finished," hear the cry,
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid His breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom,
Who hath taken Him away?
Christ is risen! He meets our eyes.
Savior, teach us so to rise.
Languages: English
Go to dark Gethsemane
"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted"
Author: Thomas Kelly Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #237 (1899) Topics: Christ Passion of Lyrics: 1 "Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,"
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He!
Mark the Sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed,
Son of man, and Son of God.
2 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress;
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
3 Here we have a firm foundation;
Here the refuge of the lost;
Christ's the Rock of our salvation:
His the name of which we boast:
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: AUTUMN
"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted"
Go to Dark Gethsemane
Author: J. Montgomery, 1771-1854 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #284 (1996) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the Tempter's pow'r;
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with Him one bitter hour;
Turn not from His griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned.
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs His soul sustained!
Shun not suff'ring, shame, or loss;
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
3 Calv'ry's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete.
"It is finished!" hear Him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid His breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom,
Who hath taken Him away?
Christ is ris'n! He meets our eyes.
Savior, teach us so to rise.
Languages: English Tune Title: GETHSEMANE
Go to Dark Gethsemane
Lord, Who throughout Those Forty Days
Author: Claudia Frances Hernaman Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #84 (1926) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christ Passion of Lyrics: 1 Lord, Who throughout those forty days
For us didst fast and pray,
Teach us with Thee to mourn our sins,
And close by Thee to stay.
2 As Thou with Satan didst contend,
And didst the victory win,
O give us strength in Thee to fight,
In Thee to conquer sin.
3 As thirst and hunger Thou didst bear,,
So teach us, gracious Lord,
To die to self, and chiefly live
By Thy most holy Word.
4 And through these days of penitence,
And through Thy Passiontide,
Yea, evermore, in life and death,
Jesus, with us abide.
5 Abide with us, that so, this life
Of suffering overpast,
An Easter of unending joy
We may attain at last.
Amen. Scripture: Matthew 4:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. FLAVIAN
Lord, Who throughout Those Forty Days
Forty Days and Forty Nights
Author: George Hunt Smyttan Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #85 (1926) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Christ Passion of Lyrics: 1 Forty days and forty nights
Thou wast fasting in the wild;
Forty days and forty nights
Tempted, and yet undefiled.
2 Sunbeams scorching all the day;
Chilly dewdrops nightly shed;
Prowling beasts about Thy way;
Stones Thy pillow, earth Thy bed.
3 Shall we not Thy sorrow view,
And with hearts attuned to Thine,
Yielding up our wills anew,
Share with Thee a food divine?
4 And if Satan, vexing sore,
Flesh or spirit should assail,
Thou, his Vanquisher before,
Grant we may not faint nor fall.
5 So shall we have peace divine:
Holier gladness ours shall be;
Round us, too, shall angels shine,
Such as ministered to Thee.
Amen.
Scripture: Matthew 4:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: GUD VÅR GUD, FÖR VÄRLDEN ALL
Forty Days and Forty Nights
Come, let our mournful songs record
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #123 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Come, let our mournful songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord,
When he expir'd in shame and blood,
Like one forsaken of his God.
2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn;
"He rescu'd others from the grave;
Now let him try himself to save."
3 O harden'd people! cruel priests!
How they stood round like savage beasts!
Like lions gaping to devour,
When God had left him in their pow'r!
4 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,
Till streams of blood each other meet:
By lot his garments they divide,
And mock the pangs in which he died.
5 But, gracious God! thy pow'r and love
Have made his death a blessing prove.
Tho' once upon the cross he bled,
Immortal honours crown his head.
6 Thro' Christ the Son our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live!
The Lord will hear us in his name;
Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame.
Come, let our mournful songs record
Stricken, smitten and afflicted
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #209 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.1 Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Stricken, smitten and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He!
'Tis the long expected Prophet,
David's Son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
'Tis the true and faithful Word.
2 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress;
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the Word, the Lord's ANOINTED,
Son of man, and Son of God.
4 Here we have a firm foundation;
Here the refuge of the lost;
Christ's the Rock of our salvation:
His the name of which we boast;
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built. Languages: English
Stricken, smitten and afflicted
Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted
Author: T. Kelly, 1769-1854 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #297 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Passion of Christ Lyrics: 1 Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He!
'Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David's Son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
'Tis the true and faithful Word.
2 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress;
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
3 Ye who think of sin but lightly
Nor suppose the evil great
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed,
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed,
Son of Man and Son of God.
4 Here we have a firm foundation;
Here the refuge of the lost;
Christ's the Rock of our salvation,
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.
Languages: English Tune Title: O MEIN JESU, ICH MUSS STERBEN
Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted
What Wondrous Love Is This
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #306 (1996) Meter: 12.9.6.6.12.9 Topics: Passion of Christ First Line: What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul Lyrics: 1 What wondrous love is this,
O my soul, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this
That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul?
2 When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
when I was sinking down, sinking down,
when I was sinking down
Beneath God's righteous frown,
Christ laid aside his crown for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside his crown for my soul.
3 To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb,
Who is the great I Am,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing;
While millions join the theme, I will sing.
4 And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on;
And when from death I'm free
I'll sing His love for me,
And through eternity I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
And through eternity I'll sing on.
Languages: English Tune Title: WONDROUS LOVE
What Wondrous Love Is This
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