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The chastisement of our peace was upon Him." 1 PO CHRIST, what burdens bowed P Thy form was scarred, Thy visage Thy head !

marred ;
Our load was laid on Thee ; mf Now cloudless peace for me.
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead,
Didst bear all ill for me :

4 p The Holy One did hide His face ; A victim led, Thy blood was shed ;

O Christ, 'twas hid from Thee ! cres Now there's no load for me. PP Dumb darkness wrapt Thy soul a

space2 p Death and the curse were in our cup; The darkness due to me:

O Christ, 'twas full for Thee ! cres But now that face of radiant grace But Thou hast drained the last dark Shines forth in light on me. mf 'Tis empty now for me! [drop--

That bitter cup-Love drank it up; 5 P For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died, mf Now blessing's draught for me.

And I have died in Thee !

mf Thou’rt risen; my bands are all 3 The tempest's awful voice was heard; untied ; pp O Christ, it broke on Thee !

And now Thou liv'st in me : mf Thy open bosom was my ward

When purified, made white, and tried, It braved the storm for me :

f Thy glory then for me! Amen.

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78 Behold, thy King cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass.
if RIDE on, ride on in majesty! 3 f Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Hark! all the tribes Hosanna" cry: mf The angel armies of the sky
P O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road, Look down with sad and wondering
With palms and scattered garments eyes
strowed.

p To see the approaching sacrifice. 2 f Ride on, ride on in majesty! 4 f Ride on, ride on in majesty! p In lowly pomp ride on to die !

The last and fiercest strife is nigh ; cres O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin cres The Father on His sapphire throne O'er captive death and conquered sin. Expects His own anointed Son.

5f Ride on, ride on in majesty !
p In lowly pomp ride on to die !

Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain ;
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign! Amen.

PASSION CHORALE.

HANS LEO HASSLER, 1501.
O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden.
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79 The soldiers, when they had platted a crown of thorns, put it on His head.' imfO SACRED Head, once wounded, 3mf What language shall I borrow,

With grief and pain weighed down, To praise Thee, heavenly Friend, How scornfully surrounded

For this Thy dying sorrow,
With thorns, Thine only crown! Thy pity without end?
p How pale art Thou with anguish, Lord, make me Thine for ever,
With sore abuse and scorn !

Nor let me faithless prove;
How does that visage languish, cres Oh, let me never, never

Which once was bright as morn! Abuse such dying love ! 2 mfo Lord of life and glory,

4 p Be near me, Lord, when dying; What bliss till now was Thine !

Oh, show Thy cross to me!
I read the wondrous story,

And, for my succour flying,
I joy to call Thee mine.

Come, Lord, to set me free!
Thy grief and Thy compassion mf These eyes, new faith receiving,
Were all for sinners' gain;

From Jesus shall not move; | Mine, mine was the transgression, p For he who dies believing, But Thine the deadly pain.

rall Dies safely through Thy love.

Amen.

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Jesus cried with a loud voice, It is finished!Ip"'TIS finished!" was His latest voice; 3 p 'Tis finished! All His groans are past ; These sacred accents o'er,

His blood, His pain, and toils, Hebowed His head, gave up the ghost, mf Have fully vanquished our foes, And suffered pain no more.

And crowned Him with their spoils. 2 p 'Tis finished ! The Messiah dies 4 p 'Tis finished ! Legal worship ends, ,

And gospel ages run;

mf All old things now are past away, And Satan's power o'erthrown.

And a new world begun. Amen.

Imf The great redemption is complete,

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84 Bchold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world." I PLAMB of God, whose bleeding love 3mf Let Thy blood, by faith applied, We now recall to mind,

The sinner's pardon seal ;
Send the answer from above,

Speak us freely justified,
And let us mercy find ;

And all our sickness heal:
Think on us who think on Thee, By Thy passion on the tree,
And every struggling soul release ; Let all our griefs and troubles cease ;
Scres Oh, remember Calvary !

cres Oh, remember Calvary ! p And bid us go in peace.

p And bid us go

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peace. 2 p By Thine agonizing pain

4 mf Lord, we would not hence depart And bloody sweat, we pray,

Till Thou our wants relieve,
By Thy dying love to man,

Write forgiveness on our heart,
Take all our sins away :

And all Thine image give.
mf Burst our bonds and set us free ; Still our souls shall cry to Thee,
From all iniquity release;

Tili perfected in holiness, tres Oh, remember Calvary !

cres Oh, remember Calvary ! p And bid us go in peace.

☆ And bid us go in peace. Amen.

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