PASSION OF CHRIST.

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. From morn till 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 every 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 all 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.

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 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 the cause alone 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. May I give Thee love for love. Hear me, O my Savior, That I may in heaven above Sing Thy praise forever.

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 offenses 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.

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 Ever 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.

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 opprest. 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, 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 Cause me to 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 dying 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, Oh, let it be a shroud for me! 11. Lord, in 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’ll have my heart’s desire, When, singing with the angels’ choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I’ll behold Thy face!

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, O 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, And 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, Fully to atone for me; Thou didst choose to be tormented That my doom should be prevented. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee.

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, O most unworthy, To take away my guilt. 2. Oh, 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 didst 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 Hath 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.

Beloved Jesus, what law hast Thou broken That such sharp sentence should on Thee be spoken? Of what great crime hast Thou to make confession, Of what transgression? 2. They crown Thy head with thorns, they smite, they scourge Thee; With cruel mockings to the cross they urge Thee; They give Thee gall to drink, they still decry Thee; They crucify Thee. 3. Whence come these sorrows, whence this mortal anguish? It is my sins for which Thou, Lord, must languish; Yea, all the wrath, the woe Thou dost inherit, ’Tis I do merit. 4. What strangest punishment is suffered yonder? The Shepherd dies for sheep that love to wander; The Master pays the debt His servants owe Him, Who would not own Him. 5. The sinless Son of God must die in sadness; The sinful child of man may live in gladness; Man forfeited his life and is acquitted,— God is committed. 6. There was no spot in me by sin untainted; Sick with sin’s poison, all my heart had fainted; My heavy guilt to hell had well-nigh brought me, Such woe it wrought me. 7. O wondrous love, whose depth no heart hath sounded, That brought Thee here, by foes and thieves surrounded! All worldly pleasures, heedless, I was trying While Thou wert dying. 8. O mighty King, no time can dim Thy glory! How shall I spread abroad Thy wondrous story? How shall I find some worthy gifts to proffer? What dare I offer? 9. For vainly doth our human wisdom ponder Thy woes; Thy mercy still transcends our wonder. Oh, how should I do aught that could delight Thee! Can I requite Thee? 10. Yet unrequited, Lord, I would not leave Thee; I will renounce whate’er doth vex or grieve Thee And quench with thoughts of Thee and prayers most lowly All fires unholy. 11. But since my own strength never will suffice me To crucify desires that still entice me, To all good deeds, oh, let Thy Spirit win me And reign within me! 12. I think upon Thy mercy without ceasing, That earth’s vain joys to me no more be pleasing; To do Thy will shall be my sole endeavor Henceforth forever. 13. Whate’er of earthly good this life may grant me I’ll risk for Thee; no shame, no cross, shall daunt me; I shall not fear what man can do to harm me Nor death alarm me. 14. But, worthless is my sacrifice, I own it; Yet, Lord, for love’s sake Thou wilt not disown it; Thou wilt accept my gift in Thy great meekness Nor shame my weakness. 15. And when, dear Lord, before Thy throne in heaven To me the crown of joy at last is given, Where sweetest hymns Thy saints forever raise Thee, I, too, shall praise Thee.

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; Oh, 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 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 risen! He meets our eyes. Savior, teach us so to rise.

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. Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.

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. All, 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!

Enslaved by sin and bound in chains, Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, And doomed to everlasting pains, We wretched, guilty captives lay. 2. Nor gold nor gems could buy our peace, Nor all the world’s collected store Suffice to purchase our release; A thousand worlds were all too poor. 3. Jesus, the Lord, the mighty God, An all-sufficient ransom paid. O matchless price! His precious blood For vile, rebellious traitors shed. 4. Jesus the sacrifice became To rescue guilty souls from hell; The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb Beneath avenging Justice fell. 5. Amazing goodness! love divine! O may our grateful hearts adore The matchless grace; nor yield to sin, Nor wear its cruel fetters more!

O Lamb of God most holy, Upon the cursed tree slain; E’er patient, meek, and lowly, Though heaped with hate and disdain. All sins Thou borest for us, Else had despair reigned o’er us, Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 2. O Lamb of God, most holy, Upon the cursed tree slain; E’er patient, meek, and lowly, Though heaped with hate and disdain. All sins Thou borest for us, Else had despair reigned o’er us, Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 3. O Lamb of God, most holy, Upon the cursed tree slain; E’er patient, meek, and lowly, Though heaped with hate and disdain. All sins Thou borest for us, Else had despair reigned o’er us, Thy peace be with us, O Jesus!

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.

See, world, thy Life assailèd, On the accursed tree nailèd; Thy Savior sinks in death! The mighty Prince from heaven Himself hath freely given To shame and blows and cruel wrath. 2. Come hither now and ponder, ’Twill fill thy soul with wonder, Blood streams from every pore. Through grief whose depth none knoweth, From His great heart there floweth Sigh after sigh of anguish o’er. 3. Who is it that afflicts Thee? My Savior, what dejects Thee And causeth all Thy woe? Sin Thou committedst never, As we and our seed ever, Of deeds of evil naught dost know. 4. I, many times transgressing, In number far surpassing The sand upon the coast, I thus the cause have given That Thou with grief art riven And with afflictions’ scourging host. 5. I’ve done it, and deliver Me hand and foot forever Thou justly might’st to hell. The mocking to Thee offered, The scourging Thou hast suffered, My soul it was deserved it well. 6. The load Thou takest on Thee, That pressed so sorely on me Than stone more heavily. A curse, Lord, Thou becamest, Thus blessings for me claimest; Thy pain must all my comfort be. 7. Not death itself Thou fearest, As Surety Thou appearest For all my debts and me. For me Thy brow is crownèd With thorns, and Thou’rt disownèd By men and bear’st all patiently. 8. Into death’s jaws Thou springest, Deliverance to me bringest From such a monster dire. My death away Thou takest, Thy grave its grave Thou makest; O love, O unexampled fire! 9. I’m bound, my Savior, ever By ties most sacred never Thy service to forsake; With soul and body ever, With all my powers t’ endeavor, In praise and service joy to take. 10. Not much can I be giving In this poor life I’m living, But one thing do I say: Thy death and sorrows ever, Till soul from body sever, My heart remember shall for aye. 11. Before mine eyes I’ll place them And joyfully embrace them, Wherever I may be; They’ll be a glass revealing Pure innocence and sealing Love and unfeigned sincerity. 12. Of sin, how great the danger; How it excites God’s anger; How doth His vengeance burn; How sternly He chastiseth; How His wrath’s flood ariseth:— Shall I from all Thy suff’rings learn. 13. From them shall I be learning How I may be adorning My heart with quietness, And how I still should love them Whose malice aye doth move them To grieve me by their wickedness. 14. When tongues of bad men grieve me, Of peace and name deprive me, My restive heart I’ll still, Their evil deeds enduring, Of pardon free assuring My neighbor for his every ill. 15. Upon the cross I’ll nail me With Thee; when sins assail me Thou shalt my Refuge be. Forsaking sins that grieve Thee, Lord, let me never leave Thee, And let me find my strength in Thee. 16. Thy groaning and Thy sighing, Thy thousand tears and crying, That once were heard from Thee, They’ll lead me to Thy glory, Where I shall joy before Thee And evermore at rest shall be!

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.

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 to-morrow.” 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 Fulfil 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 opprest, 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.

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 earth exulting Wafts its praise on high, Angel hosts rejoicing Make their glad reply. 6. Lift we, then, our voices, Swell the mighty flood; Louder still and louder Praise the precious blood!

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.

Jesus, Refuge of the weary, Object of the spirit’s love, Fountain in life’s desert dreary, Savior from the world above; O how oft Thine eyes, offended, Gaze upon the sinner’s fall! Yet, upon the cross extended, Thou didst bear the pain of all. 2. Do we pass that cross unheeding, Breathing no repentant vow, Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding, See Thy thorn-encircled brow? Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us Life eternal, peace, and rest; Only what Thy grace hath taught us Calms the sinner’s stormy breast. 3. Jesus, may our hearts be burning With more fervent love for Thee; May our eyes be ever turning To Thy cross of agony; Till in glory, parted never From the blessed Savior’s side, Graven in our hearts forever Dwell the cross, the Crucified!

Behold the Savior of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that Him inclined To bleed and die for thee! 2. Hark how He groans while nature shakes And earth’s strong pillars bend! The Temple’s veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3. ’Tis done; the precious ransom’s paid; “Receive my soul!” He cries: See where He bows His sacred head! He bows His head and dies. 4. But soon He’ll break death’s envious chain And in full glory shine. O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love, like Thine?

Come to Calvary’s holy mountain, Sinners, ruined by the Fall; Here a pure and healing fountain Flows to you, to me, to all, In a full, perpetual tide, Opened when our Savior died. 2. Come in poverty and meanness, Come defiled, without, within; From infection and uncleanness, From the leprosy of sin, Wash your robes and make them white; Ye shall walk with God in light. 3. Come in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty free remission, Here the troubled peace, may find. Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more. 4. He that drinks shall live forever; ’Tis a soul-renewing flood. God is faithful; God will never Break His covenant of blood, Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when He was glorified.

Savior, when in dust to Thee Low we bow th’ adoring knee, When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, Oh, by all Thy pains and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany! 2. By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread, mysterious hour Of th’ insulting Tempter’s power: Turn, O turn, a favoring eye, Hear our solemn litany! 3. By Thine hour of dire despair, By Thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; By the gloom that veiled the skies O’er the dreadful sacrifice: Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany! 4. By Thy deep expiring groan; By the sad sepulchral stone; By the vault, whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God: Oh, from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, reascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn litany!

Alas! and did my Savior bleed, And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2. Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity, grace unknown, And love beyond degree! 3. Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in When God, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature’s sin. 4. Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear Cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes in tears. 5. But drops of grief can ne’er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, ’Tis all that I can do.

O darkest woe! Ye tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder? God the Father’s only Son Now is buried yonder! 2. O sorrow dread Our God is dead! But by His expiation Of our guilt upon the cross Gained for us salvation. 3. O child of man! It was the ban Of death on thee that brought Him Down to suffer for thy sins, And such woe hath wrought Him. 4. See, stained with blood, The Lamb of God, The Bridegroom, lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He May to life restore thee. 5. O Ground of faith, Laid low in death, Sweet lips now silent sleeping! Surely all that live must mourn Here with bitter weeping. 6. O Virgin-born, Thy death we mourn, Thou lovely Star of gladness! Who could see Thy reeking blood Without grief and sadness? 7. Yea, blest is he Whose heart shall be Fixed here, who apprehendeth Why the Lord of Glory thus To the grave descendeth. 8. O Jesus blest, My Help and Rest, With tears I now entreat Thee: Make me love Thee to the last, Till in heaven I greet Thee!

So rest, my Rest, Thou Ever-blest! Thy grave with sinners making; By Thy precious death from sin My dead soul awaking. 2. After Thy strife, Life of my life, Thou’rt in the tomb reposing, Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave, Rock of Ages, closing. 3. How cold art Thou, My Savior, now! Thy fervent love hath driven Thee into the cold, dark grave That I might gain heaven. 4. Breath of all breath! I know from death Thou wilt my dust awaken; Wherefore should I dread the grave Or my faith be shaken? 5. To me the tomb Shall be a room Where I lie down on roses; Who by faith hath conquered death Sweetly there reposes. 6. The body dies— Naught else—and lies In dust until victorious From the grave it shall arise Beautiful and glorious. 7. Meantime I will, My Savior, still Deep in my bosom lay Thee, Ever musing on Thy death. Leave me not, I pray Thee!

Lord Jesus, who, our souls to save, Didst rest and slumber in the grave, Now grant us all in Thee to rest And here to live as seems Thee best. 2. Give us the strength, the dauntless faith, That Thou hast purchased with Thy death And lead us to that glorious place Where we shall see the Father’s face. 3. O Lamb of God, who once wast slain, We thank Thee for that bitter pain. Let us share in Thy death that we May enter into life with Thee.