2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs His soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that Miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished," hear the cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid His breathless clay :
All is solitude and gloom;
Who hath taken Him away? Christ is risen; He meets our eyes; Saviour, teach us so to rise.
James Montgomery 1822, 1853.
"Venit a cælo Mediator alto."
I ZION's daughter, weep no more,
Though thy troubled heart be sore:
He of whom the psalmist sung,
He who woke the prophet's tongue,
Christ, the Mediator blest,
Brings thee everlasting rest.
2 In a garden man became
Heir of sin, and death, and shame:
Jesus in a garden wins
Life, and pardon for our sins;
Through His hour of agony,
Praying in Gethsemane.
3 There for us He intercedes;
There with God the Father pleads;
Willing there for us to drain
To the dregs the cup of pain,
That in everlasting day
He may wipe our tears away.
"Salve, caput cruentatum.”
2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain;
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide:
My Lord of life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside the cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
4 What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to Thee.
5 And when I am departing,
O part not Thou from me;
When mortal pangs are darting,
Come, Lord, and set me free;
And when my heart must languish
Amidst the final throe,
Release me from mine anguish,
By Thine own pain and woe.
6 Be near me when I'm dying,
O show Thy cross to me;
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free:
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely, through Thy love.
Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153),
Rev. Paul Gerhardt (1666-1676), 1659. Rev. James Waddell Alexander (1804-1859), 1830. Ab.
Greek Melody. Arr. by Bp. REGINALD HEBER (1783--1826),
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