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The Lord of might, from Sinai's brow

Author: H. Heber Hymnal: LHPN1913 #313 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 The Lord of might, from Sinai’s brow, Gave forth His voice of thunder; And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretched in fear and wonder; Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And at His left hand and His right, The rocks were rent asunder. 2 The Lord of love, on Calvary, A meek and suffering stranger, Upraised to Heaven His languid eye, In nature’s hour of danger; For us He bore the weight of woe, For us He gave His blood to flow, And met His Father’s anger. 3 The Lord of love, the Lord of might, The King of all created, Shall back return to claim His right, On clouds of glory seated; With trumpet-sound and angel-song, And Hallelujahs loud and long, O’er death and hell defeated! Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday Tune Title: [The Lord of might, from Sinai's brow]

There is a fountain filled with blood

Author: W. Cowper Hymnal: LHPN1913 #314 (1913) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. 3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday; Atonement Tune Title: [There is a fountain filled with blood]

O sacred Head, now wounded

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: LHPN1913 #315 (1913) Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, What bliss, till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 I see Thy strength and vigor All fading in the strife, And death with cruel rigor Bereaving Thee of life; O agony of dying! O love to sinners free! Jesus, all grace supplying, O turn thy face on me. 3 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 Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 4 In this Thy bitter passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be: Beneath Thy cross abiding Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest. 5 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. 6 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 for Thee. 7 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. 8 Be near me when I'm dying O show Thy crows to me; And to 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. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday Tune Title: [O sacred Head, now wounded]

Stricken, smitten, and afflicted

Author: T. Kelly Hymnal: LHPN1913 #316 (1913) Lyrics: 1 Stricken, smitten, and afflicted, See Him dying on the tree! 'Tis the Christ by man rejected; Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He! 2 Mark the sacrifice appointed! See who bears the awful load; 'Tis the Word,the Lord's Anointed, Son of Man, and Son of God! 3 Here we have a firm foundation; Here the refuge of the lost; Christ's the Rock of our salvation: His the name of which we boast. 4 Lamb of God for sinners wounded! Sacrifice to cancel guilt! None shall ever be confounded Who on Him their hope have built. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday; Atonement Tune Title: [Stricken, smitten, and afflicted]

O world, behold! upon the tree

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: LHPN1913 #317 (1913) Lyrics: 1 O world, behold! upon the tree Thy Life is hanging now for thee: Thy Savior yields His dying breath. The mighty Prince of glory now For thee doth unresisting bow To cruel stripes, to scorn and death. 2 Alas! my Savior, who could dare Bid Thee such bitter anguish bear? What evil heart ill-treat Thee thus? For Thou art good, hast wrongéd none, As we and ours too oft have done; Thou hast not sinner, dear Lord, like us. 3 My grievous sins, the number more Than yonder sands upon the shore, Have brought to pass this agony: 'Tis I have caused the floods of woe That now Thy soul in death o'erflow, And those sad hearts that watch by Thee. 4 'Tis I to whom these pains belong; 'Tis I should suffer for my wrong, Bound hand and foot in heavy chains: Thy scourge, Thy fetters, whatsoe'er Thou bearest, 'tis my soul should bear, For I have well deserved such pains. 5 Lord, from Thy sorrows I will learn How fiercely wrath divine doth burn, How terribly its thunders roll; How sorely this our loving God Can smite with His avenging rod; How deep His floods o'erwhelm the soul. 6 And I will nail me to Thy cross, And learn to count all things but dross, Wherein the flesh doth pleasure take; Whate'er is hateful in thine eyes, With all the strength that in me lies, Will I cast from me and forsake. 7 Thy heavy groans, Thy bitter sighs, The tears that from Thy dying eyes Were shed when Thou wast sore oppressed, Shall be with me, when at the last Myself on Thee I wholly cast, And enter with Thee into rest. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday Tune Title: [O world, behold! upon the tree]

Alas! and did my Savior bleed

Author: I. Watts Hymnal: LHPN1913 #318 (1913) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Alas! and did my Savior 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 God, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creatures' 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: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday; Atonement Tune Title: [Alas! and did my Savior bleed]

Of my life the life, O Jesus!

Author: E. C. Homburg Hymnal: LHPN1913 #319 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Of my life the life, O Jesus! Of my death the death also; Who hast given Thyself to ease us From our load of guilt and woe: By Thy death our ransom buying, And preserving us from dying, Thousand, thousand thanks to Thee, Blessed Jesus! ever be. 2 O what cruel provocations, Scourges of the tongue and rod, Spitting, shame, and accusations, Hast Thou borne, Thou Son of God! To redeem my soul from evil, And the bondage of the devil, Thousand, thousand thanks to Thee! Blessed Jesus! ever be. 3 Thou didst let Thyself be beaten, To deliver me from pain; Falsely charged, and sorely smitten, That Thy loss might be my gain. Thou hast suffered crucifixion For my comfort in affliction: Thousand, thousand thanks to Thee, Blessed Jesus! ever be. 4 For my proud and haughty spirit, Thy humiliation paid; For my death Thy death and merit Have a full atonement made: Thy reproaches and dishonor all have tended to my honor: Thousand, thousand thanks to Thee, Blessed Jesus! ever be. 5 From the heart, I thank Thee, Jesus, For the vast, stupendous load, Which Thou bearest to release us From the dreadful wrath of God: For Thy cruel death and passion, Agony and sore temptation, For Thy sharp and bitter pain, Thanks forever, Lord, Amen. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday; Jesus Christ Our High Priest Tune Title: [Of my life the life, O Jesus!]

Near the cross was Mary weeping

Author: H. Mills Hymnal: LHPN1913 #320 (1913) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Near the cross was Mary weeping, There her mournful station keeping, Gazing on her dying Son, There with speechless grief oppressed, Anguish-stricken, and distressed; Through her soul the sword had gone. 2 Who upon that Sufferer gazing, Bowed in sorrow so amazing, Would not with His mother mourn? 'Twas our sins brought Him from heaven; These the cruel nails had driven; All His griefs for us were borne. 3 When no eye its pity gave us, When there was no arm to save us, He His love and power displayed; By His stripes He wrought our healing; By His death, our life revealing, He for us the ransom paid. 4 Jesus, may Thy love constrain us That from sin we may refrain us, In Thy griefs may deeply grieve. Thee our best affections giving, To Thy glory ever living, May we in Thy glory live. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday Tune Title: [Near the cross was Mary weeping]

Beneath the cross of Jesus

Author: Elizabeth C. Clephane Hymnal: LHPN1913 #321 (1913) Meter: 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand, The shadow of a mighty rock Within a weary land; A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way, From the burning of the noon-tide heat, And the burden of the day. 2 Upon the cross of Jesus, Mine eye at times can see The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me. And from my smitten heart with tears, These wonders I confess,-- The wonders of His glorious love, And my own worthlessness. 3 I take, O cross, thy shadow For my abiding-place; I ask no other sunshine than The sunshine of His face; Content to let the world go by, To know no gain or loss, My sinful self my only shame, My glory all the cross. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday; Jesus Christ Our High Priest Tune Title: [Beneath the cross of Jesus]

O darkest woe!

Author: J. Rist Hymnal: LHPN1913 #322 (1913) Meter: 4.4.7.7.6 Lyrics: 1 O darkest woe! Ye tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder, That the Father's only Son Now lies buried yonder! 2 O sinful man, It was the ban Of death on thee that brought Him Down to suffer for thy sins, And such woe hath wrought Him. 3 Behold thy Lord, The Lamb of God, Blood-sprinkled lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He May to life restore thee. 4 O Ground of faith, Laid low in death! Sweet lips now silent sleeping! Surely all that live must mourn Here with bitter weeping. 5 Yea, blest is he Whose heart shall be Fixed here, and apprehendeth Why the Lord of glory thus To the grave descendeth. 6 O Jesus blest! My help and rest! With tears I pray--Lord, hear me; Make me love Thee to the last, In the grave be near me! Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday Tune Title: [O darkest woe!]