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HEN our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow ;
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Jesu, Son of Mary, hear!

2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear:
Jesu, Son of Mary, hear!

3 When the sullen death-bell tolls
For our own departed souls;
When our final doom is near,
Jesu, Son of Mary, hear!

4 Thou hast bowed the dying head;
Thou the blood of life hast shed;
Thou hast filled a mortal bier:
Jesu, Son of Mary, hear!

5 When the heart is sad within
With the sense of all its sin;
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesu, Son of Mary, hear !

6 Thou the shame, the grief hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own;
Thou hast deigned their load to bear :
Jesu, Son of Mary, hear !

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IDE on 1 ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die
O Christ Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin!

2 Ride on 1 ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching sacrifice |

3 Ride on 1 ride on in majesty |
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son!

4 Ride on 1 ride on in majesty |
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign'

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HE morning dawns upon the place
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer:
Through yielding glooms behold His face—
Nor form nor comeliness is there.

2 Last eve, by those He called His own,
Betrayed, forsaken, or denied,
He met His enemies alone,
In all their malice, rage, and pride.

3 He bears their buffeting and scorn,
Mock homage of the lip, the knee,
The purple robe, the crown of thorn,
The scourge, the nail, the accursed tree.

4. No guile within His mouth is found,
He neither threatens nor complains;
Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound,
Dumb 'midst His murderers He remains.

5 But hark . He prays—'tis for His foes;
He speaks—’tis comfort to His friends;
Answers—and Paradise bestows ;
He bows His head—the conflict ends.
6 Truly this was the Son of God!
Though in a servant's mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father's rod,
Not for Himself—for man He dies.

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O the still wrestlings of the lonely heart
Christ doth impart
The virtue of His midnight agony,
When none was nigh,
Save God and one good angel, to assuage
The tempest's rage.

2 Mortal, if life smile on thee, and thou find
All to thy mind,
Think who did once from heaven to hell descend,
Thee to befriend:
So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call,
Thy best, thine all.

3 “O Father not my will, but Thine be done”—
So spake the Son.
Be this our charm, mellowing earth's ruder noise
Of griefs and joys,
That we may cling for ever to Thy breast
In perfect rest

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LEFT are the rocks, the earth doth quake,
The slumberers of the grave awake;
The temple's veil is rent in twain;
For Christ, our sacrifice, is slain,
And bears of sin and death the pain.

2 The Mighty One, the Son of God,
Hath humbly kissed affliction's rod,
That by His stripes we might be healed,
Our pardon by His blood be sealed,
And boundless mercy stand revealed.

3 We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
And turned aside from wisdom's way:
But He hath saved us from our sin;
Our God the ransom-Lamb hath been ;
Our God hath saved us from our sin.

4 O let us cast each vice away,
Which thus the Son of God could slay ;
With contrite heart and weeping eye
Behold the Saviour's cross on high,
And every sin and folly fly.

5 So may we join the song of love
Which saints and angels sing above:
All honour, glory, praise to Thee,
Which was, and art, and art to be,
The Lamb slain from eternity

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O 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 from Him to watch and pray.

2 See Him at the judgment-hall,
Beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned :
See Him meekly bearing all;
Love to man His soul sustained :
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Christ to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain view,
There the Lord of glory see
Made a sacrifice for you,
Dying on the accursed tree :
“It is finished,” hear Him cry;
Trust in Christ, and learn to die.

4. Early to the tomb repair,
Where they laid the breathless clay:
Angels kept their vigils there—
Who hath taken Him away
Christ is risen . He seeks the skies ;
Saviour ! teach us so to rise.

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