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He suffered and died

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for the Use of the German Reformed Church, in the United States of America. (2nd ed.) #107 (1834) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: From whence these dire portents round Topics: Jesus His Sufferings and Death
He suffered and died
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From whence these dire portents around

Hymnal: Hymns of Worship #182 (1858) Languages: English
From whence these dire portents around
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From whence these dire portents around

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the People Called Methodists, with a Supplement #613 (1874) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Incarnation, Sufferings, Glory and Work of Christ Languages: English
From whence these dire portents around
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On the Crucifixion

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #B.VI (1737) First Line: From whence these dire Portents around Lyrics: 1 From whence these dire Portents around, That Earth and Heav'n amaze? Wherefore do Earthquakes cleave the Ground, Why hides the sun his Rays? 2 Not thus did Sinai's trembling Head With sacred horror nod, Beneath the dark Pavilion spread O legislative God. 3 Thou, Earth, thy lowest Center shake With Jesu sympathize! Thou Sun, as hell's deep Gloom be black, 'Tis thy Creator dies! 4 See streeming from th' accursed Tree His all atoning Blood! Is this the Infinite? 'Tis he, My Saviour and my God! 5 For me these Pangs his Soul assail, For me the Death is born! My Sin gave sharpness to the nail And pointed every Thorn! 6 Let Sin no more my Soul inslave! Break, Lord, the Tyrant's Chain! O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, Nor bleed nor die in vain! Languages: English
On the Crucifixion

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