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.

Amen.

Latin, 12th cent.; Tr. Richard Mant, 1833, and Edward Caswall, 1849, cento

162

G

LORY 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 sin and sorrow
Doth 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.

6.5.6.5

6 Lift ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder

Praise the precious blood. Amen.
Italian; Tr. Edward Caswall, 1857, alt

2 [Heavy that cross to him,
Weary the weight;

One who will help him waits
At the gate.

3 See! they are traveling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.]

4 0 whither wandering
Bear they that tree?
He who first carries it,
Who is he?.

6.4.6.3

II. THE ANSWER

5 Follow to Calvary;
Tread where he trod,
He who for ever was
Son of God.

6 [You who would love him stand, Gaze at his face:

Tarry awhile on your
Earthly race.

7 As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.]

8 Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,

In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?

III. THE STORY OF THE CROSS

9 On the cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that cross for us,
Son of man.

10 Thorns form thy diadem,
Rough wood thy throne;
For us thy blood is shed,
Us alone.

11 No pillow under thee
To rest thy head;
Only the splintered cross
Is thy bed.

12 [Nails pierced thy hands and feet, Thy side the spear;

No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.

13 Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:

Thy friends and kinsfolk stand
Far away.

14 Loud is thy bitter cry;
Sunk on thy breast
Hangeth thy bleeding head
Without rest.

15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at thee:
Can it, my Saviour, be
All for me?

16 Gazing, afar from thee,
Silent and lone,

Stand those few weepers thou
Callest thine own.

17 I see thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;

"Jesus of Nazareth,"
King of Love.]

18 What, O my Saviour,
Here didst thou see,
Which made thee suffer and
Die for me?

[IV. THE APPEAL

19 Child of my grief and pain, Watched by my love;

I came to call thee to

Realms above.

20 I saw thee wandering
Far off from me:

In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.

21 For thee my blood I shed,
For thee alone;

I came to purchase thee,
For mine own.

22 Weep thou not for my grief,
Child of my love:
Strive to be with me in
Heaven above.]

V. THE RESPONSE

23 O I will follow thee,
Star of my soul,

Through the deep shades of life
To the goal.

24 Yea, let thy cross be borne
Each day by me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with thee.

25 Lord, if thou only wilt,
Make us thine own;
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.

26 Grant through each day of life
To stand by thee;

With thee, when morning breaks
Ever to be. Amen.

Edward Monro, 1864

The hymn may be shortened by omitting the bracketed

verses.