99 8.7.8.7.8.7. mf 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, No OW, my soul, thy voice upraising, Tell in sweet and mournful strain p How the Crucified, enduring Grief, and wounds, and dying pain, Freely of His love was offered, Sinless was for sinners slain. p 2 Scourged with unrelenting fury, For the sins which we deplore, By His livid stripes He heals us, Raising us to fall no more; All our bruises gently soothing, Binding up the bleeding sore. mf 3 See! His hands and feet are fastened; So He makes His people free; Not a wound whence blood is flowing But a fount of grace shall be;. Yea, the very nails which nail Him Nail us also to the tree. mf 4 Through His heart the spear is piercing, The measure and the pledge of love, cr The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above. Thomas Kelly, 1815. ΤΟΙ mf L.M. HEN I survey the wondrous Cross W On which the Prince of glory My richest gain I count but loss, [died, And pour contempt on all my pride. mf 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the Cross of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me I sacrifice them to His blood. [most, p 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! cr Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mf mine, That were a tribute far too small; Though His foes have seen Him die; In a tide of mystery; cr Water from our guilt to cleanse us, Blood to win us crowns on high. mf 5 Jesu, may those precious fountains Drink to thirsting souls afford: Let them be our present healing, And at length our great reward; f So a ransomed world shall ever Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord. C. de Santeuil; TR. H. W. Baker, 1859. died, Of Him Who died upon the Cross The sinner's hope let men deride: For this we count the world but loss. mf 2 Inscribed upon the Cross we see In shining letters, God is love: He bears our sins upon the tree: He brings us mercy from above. mp3 The Cross-it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. f 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. cr 102 Demands my soul, my life, my all. Isaac Watts, 1707. P) 7.6.7.6.D. SACRED Head surrounded pp Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee, The glow of life decays, cr Yet angel-hosts adore Thee, And tremble as they gaze. P 2 I see Thy strength and vigour, All fading in the strife, p And death with cruel rigour, Bereaving Thee of life; PP O agony and dying! cr O love to sinners free! p Beneath Thy Cross abiding And with Thy presence blest. p p mf 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazp Pierced by anguish so amazing, [ing, PP p Born of woman, would not weep? mf Who, on Christ's dear mother thinkp Such a cup of sorrow drinking, p [ing, Would not share her sorrows deep? p 4 For His people's sins chastised, She beheld her Son despised, Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, p And in death by all forsaken, pp Till His spirit He resigned. mf 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; cr That my heart fresh ardour gaining, f And a purer love attaining, p May with Thee acceptance find; Latin; TR. R. Mant and E. Caswall, 1849. mf Sw WEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the Cross I spend; Life and health and peace possessing Through the sinner's dying Friend. mf 2 Here I kneel in wonder, viewing Mercy poured in streams of blood; Precious drops, for pardon suing, Make and plead my peace with God. mf 3 Truly blessèd is the station, Low before His Cross to lie, COME and mourn with me awhile, 2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, pp Ρ pp mf 4 O love of God! O sin of man! p In this dread act your strength is cr And victory remains with love; [tried; For Thou, our Lord, art crucified! F. W. Faber, 1849. THE STORY OF THE CROSS. mf 40 whither wandering Bear they that tree? He Who first carries it, Who is He? II. THE ANSWER. mf 5 Follow to Calvary; Tread where He trod, He Who for ever was Son of God. mf 6 [You who would love Him stand, Gaze at His face: Tarry awhile on your Earthly race. mf 7 As the swift moments fly Through the blest week, Read the great story the Cross will teach.] mf 8 Is there no beauty to You who pass by, In that lone figure which Marks that sky? III.-THE STORY OF THE CROSS. p 9 On the Cross lifted Thy face we scan, Bearing that cross for us, p 10 Thorns form Thy diadem, p 11 No pillow under Thee p Only the splintered cross Is Thy bed. pp 12 [Nails pierced Thy hands and feet, Thy side the spear; No voice is nigh to say Help is near. p 13 Shadows of midnight fall, Thy friends and kinsfolk stand p 14 Loud is Thy bitter cry; Sunk on Thy breast pp Hangeth Thy bleeding head Without rest. mf 15 Loud scoffs the dying thief, Who mocks at Thee; Çan it, my Saviour, be All for me? 109 7.7.7.7.7.7. mf RESTING from His work to-day, tomb the Saviour lay; p Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding sheet, p Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the sealed stone. mf 2 Late at even there was seen Where her buried Lord was laid. p Close the door from sight and sound F. Whytehead, 1842. 108 mf THE grave itself a garden is, C.M. Where loveliest flowers abound; Since Christ, our never-fading life, Sprang from that holy ground. mf 2 O give us grace to die to sin, That we, O Lord, may have A holy, happy rest in Thee, A Sabbath in the grave. mp3 Thou, Lord, baptized in Thine own p And buried in the grave, [blood, cr Didst raise Thyself to endless life, Omnipotent to save. mf 4 Baptized into Thy death we died, And buried were with Thee, cr That we might live with Thee to God, And ever blest might be. Bishop C. Wordsworth, 1862. Eastertide. 11.11.11.11.11. "WELCOME, happy morning! age to age shall say; Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say. f 2 Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for spring, All fresh gifts returned with her returning King: [every bough, Bloom in every meadow, leaves on Speak His sorrow ended, hail His triumph now. [won to-day. ff Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is f 3 Months in due succession, days of lengthening light, Hours and passing moments praise Brightness of the morning, sky and fields and sea, [praise to Thee! Vanquisher of darkness, bring their "Welcome, happy morning! age to age shall say. mf 4 Maker and Redeemer, life and health of all, [nature's fall, Thou from heaven beholding human Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son, [put on. Manhood to deliver, manhood didst f Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day. p 5 Thou, of life the Author, death didst undergo, [strength to show; Tread the path of darkness, saving cr Come then, True and Faithful, now fulfil Thy word; [buried Lord! f 'Tis Thine own third morning: Rise O Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say. mf 6 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain; [again; All that now is fallen raise to life er Show Thy face in brightness, bid the nations see; Bring again our daylight: day returns with Thee! [won to-day! ff Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is V. Fortunatus; TR. J. Ellerton, 1868. 110 7.6.7.6.D. j COME, ye faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness; God hath brought His Israel Into joy from sadness; mf Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters; f Led them with unmoistened foot Through the Red Sea waters. f 2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day; Christ hath burst His prison, And from three days' sleep in death As a sun hath risen; p All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, (cr) is flying f From His Light, to Whom we give Laud and praise undying. f 3 Now the Queen of seasons, bright Comes to glad Jerusalem, Who with true affection mf 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head; er Made like Him, like Him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. C. Wesley, 1739. 112 f J 7.7.7.7.4. ESUS Christ is risen to-day, Our triumphant holy day, mf Who did once upon the Cross Suffer to redeem our loss. f Alleluia! f 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing Unto Christ, our heavenly King, mf Who endured the Cross and grave, cr Sinners to redeem and save. ƒ Alleluia! mp3 But the pains which He endured, cr Our salvation have procured; f Now above the sky He's King, Where the angels ever sing Alleluia! ff 4 Sing we to our God above Praise eternal as His love; Praise Him; all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Alleluia! |