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Where deep for us the spear was dyed,
Fulfilled is all that David told
O Tree of beauty, Tree of light !
On whose dear arms, so widely flung,
“And Abraham took the wood of the burnt-offering, and laid it upon Isaac his son.”
“And they took Jesus, and led Him away. And He, bearing His Cross, went forth into a place called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha, where they crucified Him.”
64. HIs trial o'er and now beneath
His own Cross faintly bending,
JESUS, true Isaac, to His death
Is wearily ascending.
And now, His hands and feet pierced through,
Where even now, in distant view,
O wondrous love, which GoD, most high,
His sinless SoN He gave to die,
Our sin's pollution to remove,
So mighty was the SAviour's love,
Yes! 'tis the Cross that breaks the rod
And makes a league 'twixt man and GoD,
O praise the FATHER, praise the SoN,
And Holy GHosT, through Whom alone
* It is finished.” 65. SEE the destined day arise; See, a willing sacrifice, JESUS, to redeem our loss, Hangs upon the shameful Cross.
JESU' who but Thou had borne, Lifted on that tree of scorn, Every pang and bitter throe, Finishing Thy life of woe? Who but Thou had dared to drain, Steeped in gall, the Cup of pain; And with tender body bear Thorns, and Nails, and piercing Spear? Thence the cleansing Water flowed, Mingled from Thy Side with Blood; Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finish’d Sacrifice. Holy JESU grant us grace In * Sacrifice to place All our trust for life renew’d, - Pardoned sin, and promised good. When this hymn is sung on Good Friday, the following words may be introduced between each verse: “Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by P Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow.”
“I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabi
tants of Jerusalem, the Spirit of grace and of supplication:
and they shall look upon Me Whom they have pierced.”
66. Now, my soul, thy voice upraising,
Tell the sorrows all-amazing,
Sinless bore, for sinners slain.
He, the cruel scourge enduring,
He to freedom hath restored us
When His painful life was ended,
JESU may Thy promised blessing
“Now there stood by the Cross of Jesus His Mother.”
67. By the Cross, sad vigil keeping, Stood the Mother doleful, weeping, Where her Son extended hung :
For her soul, of joy bereaved,
O, how sad and sore distressed
Who, on CHRIST's fond Mother looking,
For His people's sins rejected,
With Thy Mother's deep devotion
In which is set forth the earceeding ingratitude of His chosen people towards our Blessed Lord, and of those who by their sins crucify Him to themselves afresh. Praise is offered unto Him Who as on this day became for our sakes obedient unto death— even the death of the Cross.
O My people, what have I done to thee? or wherein have I wearied thee P Answer Me. Because I brought thee out of the land of Egypt, thou hast prepared a Cross for thy SAVIOUR. (Micah vi.) Holy GoD, Holy and Mighty, Holy and Immortal, have mercy upon us. Because I led thee through the wilderness forty rears, and fed thee with manna, and brought thee into a land exceeding good, thou hast prepared a Cross for thy SAVIOUR. Holy GoD, Holy and Mighty, Holy and Immortal, have mercy upon us. What could I have done more for thee, that I have not done? I planted thee indeed My choicest vine, and thou hast turned for Me into exceeding bitterness: thou gavest vinegar to quench My thirst, and piercedst with a lance the side of thy SAVIOUR. (Micah v. 2.) Holy GoD, Holy and Mighty, Holy and Immortal, have mercy upon us. For thy sake I scourged Egypt with its first born, and thou deliveredst Me to be scourged. O My people, what have I done to thee, or wherein have I wearied thee P answer Me. I opened the sea before thee: and thou openedst My side with a spear. O My people, what have I done to thee, or wherein have I wearied thee P answer Me. I went before thee in a pillar of cloud : and thou leddest Me before Pilate's judgment seat. O My people, what have I done to thee, or wherein have I wearied thee P answer Me. I gave thee a royal sceptre : and thou gavest My head a crown of thorns. O My people, what have I done to thee, or wherein have I wearied thee P answer Me. Thou art worthy, O LORD, to receive glory, for Thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to GoD by Thy Blood, for Thou becamest obedient unto death—even the death of the Cross.