John Bacchus Dykes, 1862 202 ST. DROSTANE L. M. 4 4 1. Ride on! ride on in maj - es- ty! Hark! all the tribes ho 54 O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd. A-MEN. 1. Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes ho- san 9:4 4 O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd. AMEN. From The Tucker Hymnal Used by permission 9:# The sick to heal, the lost to seek, To raise up them that fall: 2 We cannot understand the woe 3 Thy feet the path of suffering trod, Thy hand the victory won: 204 OLIVE'S BROW L. M. A-MEN. What shall we render to our God 4 To God, the blessed Three in One Crown, Lord, Thy servants who have won The victory through Thee. John M. Neale, 1842 William B. Bradbury, 1853 4 I. 'Tis midnight; and on Ol-ive's brow The star is dimm'd that late - ly shone: bb 4 'Tis midnight; in the gar- den now The suff'ring Saviour prays a- lone. A-MEN. 2 'Tis midnight, and from all removed, Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears; E'en the disciple that He loved Heeds not his Master's griefs and tears. 3 'Tis midnight, and for others' guilt The Man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He that hath in anguish knelt 4 'Tis midnight, and from heavenly plains 163 205 GETHSEMANE 7 7 7 7 7 7 Richard Redhead, 1853 I. Go to dark Geth- sem a ne, Ye that feel the tempt-er's power; 9:24 564 Your Re- deem - er's conflict see, Watch with Him one bit Turn not from His griefs a- way, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. A-MEN. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, O the pangs His soul sustained! 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at His feet, God's own sacrifice complete; 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, 1820 (text of 1853) 206 CRUX CRUDELIS L. M. Albert L. Peace, 1885 1. A voice up- on the mid-night air, Where Kedron's moonlit wa-ters stray, Weeps forth in ag - o - ny of prayer, "O Fa-ther, take this cup a way." A-MEN. 2 Ah! Thou who sorrowest unto death, We conquer in Thy mortal fray; And earth for all her children saith, "O God, take not this cup away." 3 O Lord of sorrow, meekly die; Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe; Thy Name refresh the mourner's sigh, Thy peace revive the faint and low. 207 ST. MARGARET 76 76 4 Great Chief of faithful souls, arise; None else can lead the martyr-band Who teach the brave how peril flies, When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand. 5 O King of earth, the cross ascend; O'er climes and ages 'tis Thy throne; Where'er Thy fading eye may bend, The desert blooms, and is Thine own. James Martineau, 1840 W. Statham 1. "For - give them, O My Father, They know not what they do!" The Sav-iour spake in an - guish As the sharp nails went through. A-MEN. 2 No pained reproaches gave He To them that shed His blood, But prayer and tenderest pity, Large as the love of God. 3 For me was that compassion, For me that tender care; 165 I need His wide forgiveness 4 O Depth of sweet compassion; Save Thou the souls that slight Thee Cecil Frances Alexander 208 PASSION CHORALE 767 67 67 6 Hans L. Hassler 4 4 I. O Sacred Head, now wound- ed, With grief and shame weighed down, How art Thou pale with an guish, With sore a buse and scorn! How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn! A-MEN. 2 What Thou, my Lord hast suffered 'Tis I deserve Thy place; 3 What language shall I borrow O make me Thine for ever; Dies safely through Thy love. Paul Gerhardt, tr. by J. W. Alexander, v. 1, l. 7 altd. |