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Ride on, Ride on in Majesty

Author: Henry Hart Milman, 1791-1868 Hymnal: HOoS1901 #62b (1901) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 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. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! The angel armies of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching Sacrifice. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strive is nigh; The Father on His sapphire throne Expects His own anointed Son. 4 Ride on, 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. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: ST. DROSTANE
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Passion-week Memories Sacred and Blest

Author: Ludvig Holmes Hymnal: HOoS1901 #63 (1901) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Passion-week memories sacred and blest, Speak to my soul now of stillness and rest; Slowly we go to Gethsemane's dale; Show me the sufferer trembling and pale, Treading forsaken a path full of thorns, Loving the world, which in turn only scorns. 2 Now I perceive Him in shadows of night, Putting the powers of darkness to flight, Crushed 'neath the load of the sin of the world, Death and damnation around Him are hurled. Thorn-crowned and scourged still the sacrificed Lamb, Lifting His brow, says: "A King yet I am." 3 Show me the cross where He patiently died, There in its shadow myself will I hide, There will I hide His victor4ious word, Hear Him exclaim, "It is finished", my Lord, There will I praise for His mercy and grace; Suffering and dying He stood in my place. Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: HELIGA MINNEN I FASTELAGSTID
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Go to Dark Gethsemane

Author: James Montgomery, 1771-1854 Hymnal: HOoS1901 #64a (1901) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Go 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 of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned; Oh, the wormwood and the gall! Oh, 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 Him 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. Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: LA TROBE
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Go to Dark Gethsemane

Author: James Montgomery, 1771-1854 Hymnal: HOoS1901 #64b (1901) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Go 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 of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned; Oh, the wormwood and the gall! Oh, 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 Him 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. Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: GETHSEMANE (REDHEAD 76)
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Tis Midnight, and on Olive's Brow

Author: William Bingham Tappan, 1794-1849 Hymnal: HOoS1901 #65 (1901) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shown: 'Tis midnight, in the garden now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight, and, from all removed, Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears: E'en the disciple that He loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight, and for others' guilt, The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood: Yet He that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. 4 'Tis midnight, and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know: Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS
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Over Kidron Jesus Treadeth

Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1706 Hymnal: HOoS1901 #66 (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Over Kidron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Every human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Saviour solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed o'er Kidron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus, blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 See Him anguish-sticken falling, Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His Father calling, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go; Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father," And the angels round Him gather. 4 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; And the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat, From His anguished frame distilling-- Our redemption thus fulfilling! 5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, Faith alone can know its power And your beauty rightly view. Eden's Garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood, thus freely given, Makes my soul the heir of heaven. 6 When as flowers themselves I wither, When I droop and fade like grass, When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll, Then, to cheer my sinking soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of Triumph! Pledge of heaven! Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: FRÄLSTA VÄRLD! I NÅDENS UNDER
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Good Friday, Good Friday, Thou Beautiful Day

Hymnal: HOoS1901 #67 (1901) Meter: 11.9.11.9.11.11.9 Lyrics: 1 Good Friday, Good Friday, thou beautiful day, With peace the great battle is ended; And heaven rejoices in holy array; Through Jesus the world is befriended! Though earth may be dark, yet will heaven be light, And Jesus returns to His glory and might; the conflict on earth He has finished. 2 Good Friday, Good Friday, thou glorious day, The heavenly hosts have united Thy glory to sing, and triumphantly say By Jesus all wrongs have been righted! He suffered a shameful and sorrowful death; His pity compelling, He gave up His breath, And died in the place of the sinner. 3 O sinners, now come to keep holy the day, When Jesus for sinners was offered, And now may we faithfully love and obey Our Lord, who so patiently suffered! He offered his life to repay what we owed, And God, therefore, mercy again has bestowed; Forever He now will be gracious. 4 Ne'er suffer a day, O my heart, to pass by On which thou for Jesus not yearnest: Thy promise renew that in prayer thou will try More faithful to be and more earnest. Dear Saviour, may Thou cleanse my soul every day, And take Thou my heart; for this only I pray, Let me at Thy cross ever tarry. Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: LÅNGFREDAG, LÅNGFREDAG, DU SKÖNASTE DAG
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In the Cross of Christ I Glory

Author: Sir John Bowring, 1792-1872 Hymnal: HOoS1901 #68a (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way. From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: RATHBUN
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In the Cross of Christ I Glory

Author: Sir John Bowring, 1792-1872 Hymnal: HOoS1901 #68b (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way. From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: STUTTGART
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Sweet the Moments, Rich in Blessing

Author: Walter Shirley, 1725-1786 Hymnal: HOoS1901 #69a (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend. Life and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying friend. 2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing Mercy's streams, in streams of blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. 3 Truly blessed is the station, Low before His cross to lie; While I see divine compassion Beaming in His languid eye. 4 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation Fix my thankful heart on Thee, Till I taste Thy full salvation And Thine unveiled glory see. Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: BATTY (RINGE RECHT WENN GOTTES GNADE)

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