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Who is it that comes from far

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #183 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Who is it that comes from far, Clad in garments dipped in blood? Strong, triumphant traveler, Is he man or is he God? 2 I that speak in righteousness, Son of God and man I am; Mighty to redeem your race, Jesus is your Saviour's name. 3 Wherefore are thy garments red, Dyed as in a crimson sea? They that in a wine-vat tread Are not stained so much as thee. 4 I, the Father's favorite Son, Have the dreadful winepress trod; Borne the vengeful wrath alone All the fiercest wrath of God. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; Messiah
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Soft be the gently breathing notes

Author: Collier Hymnal: VoP1873 #184 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Soft be the gently breathing notes, That sing the Saviour's dying love; Soft as the evening zephyr floats, And soft as tuneful lyres above. 2 Pure as the breath of vernal skies, So pure let our contrition be; And purely let our sorrows rise To him who bled upon the tree. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; The Saviour's Dying Love
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Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams

Author: Maria De Fleury Hymnal: VoP1873 #185 (1873) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams, Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray, And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day. 2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head! How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed! The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight, And followed their Master with solemn delight. 3 O Garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot, The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot; The theme most transporting to seraphs above; The triumph of sorrow,--the triumph of love! 4 Come, saints, and adore him; come, bow at his feet: Oh, give him the glory, the praise that is meet; Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; In the Garden
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Beyond where Kedron's waters flow

Author: S. F. Smith Hymnal: VoP1873 #186 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Beyond where Kedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go, To sad Gethsemane! His countenance is all divine, Yet grief appears in every line. 2 He bows beneath the sins of men, He cries to God, and cries again, In sad Gethsemane; He lifts his mournful eyes above-- My Father! can this cup remove! 3 With gentle resignation still, He yielded to his Father's will, In sad Gethsemane;-- Behold me here, thine only Son, And, Father! let thy will be done. 4 The Father heard,--and angels there Sustained the Son of God in prayer, In sad Gethsemane; He drank the dreadful cup of pain;-- Then rose to life and joy again. 5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, And scenes of anguish make us weep, To sad Gethsemane We'll look, and see the Saviour there; Then humbly bow, like him, in prayer. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; The Suffering Son of God
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Ye that pass by, behold the Man

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: VoP1873 #187 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Ye that pass by, behold the Man-- The Man of griefs--condemned for you; The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 To us our own Barabbas give,-- Away with him, they loudly cry; Away with him, not fit to live,-- The vile seducer crucify! 3 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear; With nails they fasten to the wood; His sacred limbs, exposed and bare, Or only covered with his blood. 4 Behold his temples crowned with thorn; His bleeding hands extended wide; His streaming feet transfixed and torn; The fountain gushing from his side! 5 O thou dear suff'ring Son of God, How doth thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, And melt us with thy dying love Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; The Cleansing Fountain Scripture: Lamentations 1:12
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Alas! and did my Saviour bleed

Author: Watts Hymnal: VoP1873 #188 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe: Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; On the Cross Scripture: John 12:32
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When I survey the wondrous cross

Author: Watts Hymnal: VoP1873 #189 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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 Lord: 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! Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; Glorying Only in the Cross Scripture: Galatians 6:14
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In evil long I took delight

Author: Newton Hymnal: VoP1873 #190 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career. 2 I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood; Who fixed his languid eyes on me, As near the cross I stood. 3 Sure never, till my latest breath, Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke. 4 Alas! I knew not what I did, But all my tears were vain; Where could my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord had slain. 5 A second look he gave, that said, I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid,-- I did that thou mayst live. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; The Look of Compassion Scripture: Luke 22:61-62
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'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried

Author: Stennett Hymnal: VoP1873 #191 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head, and died. 'Tis finished! yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finished! this thy dying groan Shall sins of every kind atone; Millions shall be redeemed from death By this thy last expiring breath. 3 'Tis finished! Heaven is reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoiled; Peace, love, and happiness again Return and dwell with sinful men. 4 'Tis finished! let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; 'Tis finished! let the echo fly Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; The Accomplished Death Scripture: John 19:30
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Hark! the voice of love and mercy

Author: Francis Hymnal: VoP1873 #192 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Hark! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary; See! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky. It is finished! Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 It is finished! oh, what pleasure Do these charming words afford! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord. It is finished! Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finished, all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law; Finished all that God had promised; Death and hell no more shall awe. It is finished! Saints, from hence your comforts draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme; All on earth, and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name. Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb! Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; It is Finished Scripture: John 19:30

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