3. "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest:"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest.
4. Decay, then, tenements of dust;
Pillars of earthly pride, decay:
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
1. How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in Thy meekness used to shine;
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2. O, who like Thee-so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
O, who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woo?
3. O, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4. The bending angels stooped to see
The lisping infant clasp Thy knee,
And smile, as in a father's eye,
Upon Thy mild divinity.
5. And death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.
6. O, in Thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe;
And give me ever on the road
To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!
1. LORD! in Thy garden agony,
No light seemed on Thy soul to break,
No form of seraph lingered nigh,
Nor yet the voice of comfort spake― 2. Till, by Thine own triumphant word, The victory over ill was won;
Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard, "Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!" 3. Lord, bring these precious moments back, When, fainting, against sin we strain; Or in Thy counsels fail to track
Aught but the present grief and pain. 4. In weakness, help us to contend;
In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by Thine holy angels still!
1. HAVE we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride?
Ah! look, how patiently Ile hangs-
Jesus, our love, is crucified!
2. What was Thy crime, my dearest Lord?
By carth, by heaven, Thou hast been tried,
And guilty found of too much love;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
3. Found guilty of excess of love,
It was Thine own sweet will that tied
Thee tighter far than helpless nails;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
4. O break, O break, hard heart of mine!
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
His Pilate and his Judas were;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
5. A broken heart, a fount of tears-
Ask, and they will not be denied ;
A broken heart, love's cradle is;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
1. WHEN I Survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3. See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
1. RIDE on, ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry !
Thy humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
2. Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ! thy triumphs now begin,
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3. Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4. Ride on, ride on in majesty:
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son!
1. HE dies!—the friend of sinners dies;
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness vails the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2. Here's love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies for men ;
But lo! what sudden joys we see,
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
3. The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to His Father's court He flies
Cherubic legions guard Him home,
And shout Him welcome to the skies. 4. Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant death in chains. 5. Say-live forever, glorious King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save!
Where now, O Death, where is thy sting?
And where thy victory, boasting Grave?
1. Jews were wrought to cruel madness,
Christians fled in fear and sadness,
Mary stood the cross beside! |
At its foot her foot she planted,
By the dreadful scene undaunted, I
Till the gentle Suff 'rer died. I
Poets oft have sung her story,
Painters decked her brow with glory, I
Priests her name have | de | ified. |
*These chant-marks are retained, that those of the congregation who choose may accompany the chant.
2. But no worship, song, or glory,
Touches like the simple story, |
Mary stood the cross beside. I
And when under fierce oppression,
Goodness suffers like transgression, |
Christ again is crucified. |
But if love be there, true-hearted,
By no grief or terror parted, |
Mary stands the cross be side. |
1. Ar the cross her station keeping, |
Stood the mournful mother weeping, |
Close to Jesus to the | last: |
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, Į
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the | sword had | pass'd.
2. Oh, how sad and sore distress'd, |
Was that mother highly blest,
Of the sole-begotten | One! |
Christ above in torment hangs, |
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying, glorious | Son.
3. Let me mingle tears with thee, |
Mourning Him who mourned for me, I
All the days that I may | live; |
By the cross with Him to stay, [
There with thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of Christ to give.
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4. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, { Be Thou only my defense, |
Be thy cross my victo | ry; |
While my body here decays, |
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with | Thee. [
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