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O sacred head, sore wounded – R
Bridges
O sacred head, sore wounded,
defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head surrounded
with mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendor
the hosts of heaven adore!
Thy beauty, long-desirèd,
hath vanished from our sight;
thy power is all expirèd,
and quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
hide not so far thy grace:
show me, O Love most highest,
the brightness of thy face.
I pray thee, Jesus, own me,
me, Shepherd good, for thine;
who to thy fold hast won me,
and fed with truth divine.
Me guilty, me refuse not,
incline thy face to me,
this comfort that I lose not,
on earth to comfort thee.
In thy most bitter passion
my heart to share doth cry,
with thee for my salvation
upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus moved
to stand thy cross beneath,
to mourn thee, well-beloved,
yet thank thee for thy death.
My days are few, O fail not,
with thine immortal power,
to hold me that I quail not
in death's most fearful hour;
that I may fight befriended,
and see in my last strife
to me thine arms extended
upon the cross of life.
defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head surrounded
with mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendor
the hosts of heaven adore!
Thy beauty, long-desirèd,
hath vanished from our sight;
thy power is all expirèd,
and quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
hide not so far thy grace:
show me, O Love most highest,
the brightness of thy face.
I pray thee, Jesus, own me,
me, Shepherd good, for thine;
who to thy fold hast won me,
and fed with truth divine.
Me guilty, me refuse not,
incline thy face to me,
this comfort that I lose not,
on earth to comfort thee.
In thy most bitter passion
my heart to share doth cry,
with thee for my salvation
upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus moved
to stand thy cross beneath,
to mourn thee, well-beloved,
yet thank thee for thy death.
My days are few, O fail not,
with thine immortal power,
to hold me that I quail not
in death's most fearful hour;
that I may fight befriended,
and see in my last strife
to me thine arms extended
upon the cross of life.
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At the Cross her station keeping
– Latin 13th Cent.
At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus at the last,
Through her soul, of joy bereavèd,
bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd,
now at length the sword hath passed.
O, that blessed one, grief-laden,
blessed Mother, blessed Maiden,
Mother of the all-holy One;
O that silent, ceaseless mourning,
O those dim eyes, never turning
from that wondrous, suffering Son.
Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
in her trouble so amazing,
born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking,
such a cup of sorrow drinking,
would not share her sorrows deep?
For his people's sins, in anguish,
there she saw the victim languish,
bleed in torments, bleed and die.
Saw the Lord's anointed taken,
saw her Child in death forrsaken,
heard his last expiring cry.
In the passion of my Maker,
be my sinful soul partaker,
may I bear with her my part;
of his passion bear the token,
in a spirit bowed and broken
bear his death within my heart.
May his wounds both wound and heal me,
he enkindle, cleanse, and heal me,
be his cross my hope and stay.
May he, when the mountains quiver,
from that flame which burns for ever
shield me on the judgment day.
Jesus, may thy cross defend me,
and thy saving death befriend me,
cherished by thy deathless grace:
when to dust my dust returneth,
grant a soul that to thee yearneth
in thy paradise a place.
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus at the last,
Through her soul, of joy bereavèd,
bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd,
now at length the sword hath passed.
O, that blessed one, grief-laden,
blessed Mother, blessed Maiden,
Mother of the all-holy One;
O that silent, ceaseless mourning,
O those dim eyes, never turning
from that wondrous, suffering Son.
Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
in her trouble so amazing,
born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking,
such a cup of sorrow drinking,
would not share her sorrows deep?
For his people's sins, in anguish,
there she saw the victim languish,
bleed in torments, bleed and die.
Saw the Lord's anointed taken,
saw her Child in death forrsaken,
heard his last expiring cry.
In the passion of my Maker,
be my sinful soul partaker,
may I bear with her my part;
of his passion bear the token,
in a spirit bowed and broken
bear his death within my heart.
May his wounds both wound and heal me,
he enkindle, cleanse, and heal me,
be his cross my hope and stay.
May he, when the mountains quiver,
from that flame which burns for ever
shield me on the judgment day.
Jesus, may thy cross defend me,
and thy saving death befriend me,
cherished by thy deathless grace:
when to dust my dust returneth,
grant a soul that to thee yearneth
in thy paradise a place.
267
His are the thousand sparkling
rills – C Alexander
His are the thousand sparkling rills
that from a thousand fountains burst,
and fill with music all the hills;
and yet he saith, "I thirst."
All fiery pangs on battlefields;
on fever beds where sick men toss,
and in that human cry he yields
to anguish on the cross.
But more than pains that racked him then,
was the deep longing thirst divine
that thirsted for the souls of men:
dear Lord! and one was mine.
O Love most patient, give me grace;
make all my soul athirst for thee;
that parched dry lip, that anguished face,
that thirst, were all for me.
that from a thousand fountains burst,
and fill with music all the hills;
and yet he saith, "I thirst."
All fiery pangs on battlefields;
on fever beds where sick men toss,
and in that human cry he yields
to anguish on the cross.
But more than pains that racked him then,
was the deep longing thirst divine
that thirsted for the souls of men:
dear Lord! and one was mine.
O Love most patient, give me grace;
make all my soul athirst for thee;
that parched dry lip, that anguished face,
that thirst, were all for me.
268
It is finished! Christ hath
known – G Gillet
It is finished! Christ hath known
all the life of men wayfaring;
human joys and sorrows sharing,
making human needs his own.
Lord, in us thy life renewing,
lead us where thy feet have trod,
till, the way of truth pursuing,
human souls find rest in God.
It is finished! Christ is slain,
on the altar of creation,
offering for a world's salvation
sacrifice of love and pain.
Lord, thy love through pain revealing,
purge our passions, scourge our vice,
till, upon the tree of healing,
self is slain in sacrifice.
It is finished! Christ our King
wins the victor's crown of glory;
sun and stars recite his story,
floods and fields his triumph sing.
Lord, whose praise the world is telling,
Lord, to whom all power is given,
by thy death, hell's armies quelling,
bring thy saints to reign in heaven.
all the life of men wayfaring;
human joys and sorrows sharing,
making human needs his own.
Lord, in us thy life renewing,
lead us where thy feet have trod,
till, the way of truth pursuing,
human souls find rest in God.
It is finished! Christ is slain,
on the altar of creation,
offering for a world's salvation
sacrifice of love and pain.
Lord, thy love through pain revealing,
purge our passions, scourge our vice,
till, upon the tree of healing,
self is slain in sacrifice.
It is finished! Christ our King
wins the victor's crown of glory;
sun and stars recite his story,
floods and fields his triumph sing.
Lord, whose praise the world is telling,
Lord, to whom all power is given,
by thy death, hell's armies quelling,
bring thy saints to reign in heaven.
269
When our heads are bowed with
woe – H Milman
When
our heads are bowed with woe,
when our bitter tears o'erflow,
when we mourn the lost, the dear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
thou hast shed the human tear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
When the solemn death bell tolls,
for our own departing souls,
when our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
Thou hast bowed the dying head,
thou the blood of life hast shed,
thou hast filled a mortal bier;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
When the heart is sad within
with the though of all its sin,
when the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,
though the sins were not thine own;
thou hast deigned their load to bear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
when our bitter tears o'erflow,
when we mourn the lost, the dear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
thou hast shed the human tear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
When the solemn death bell tolls,
for our own departing souls,
when our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
Thou hast bowed the dying head,
thou the blood of life hast shed,
thou hast filled a mortal bier;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
When the heart is sad within
with the though of all its sin,
when the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,
though the sins were not thine own;
thou hast deigned their load to bear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
270
Were you there when they
crucified my Lord? – African American Spiritual
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh!
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh!
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Oh!
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh!
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh!
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh!
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Oh!
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh!
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
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Sunset to sunrise changes now – Clement
of Alexandria / H Robbins trans
272
Jesus, in thy dying woes – T
Pollock
Jesus,
in thy dying woes,
even while thy lifeblood flows,
craving pardon for thy foes;
hear us, holy Jesus.
Savior, for our pardon sue,
when our sins thy pangs renew,
for we know not what we do:
hear us, holy Jesus.
O may we, who mercy need,
be like thee in heart and deed,
when with wrong our spirits bleed:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, pitying the sighs
of the thief, who near thee dies,
promising him paradise;
hear us, holy Jesus.
May we, in our guilt and shame,
still thy love and mercy claim,
calling humbly on thy Name:
hear us, holy Jesus.
O remember us who pine,
looking from our cross to thine;
cheer our souls with hope divine:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, loving to the end
her whose heart thy sorrows rend,
and thy dearest human friend:
hear us, holy Jesus.
May we in thy sorrows share,
and for thee all peril dare,
and enjoy thy tender care:
hear us, holy Jesus.
May we all thy loved ones be,
all one holy family,
loving for the love of thee,
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, whelmed in fears unknown,
with our evil left alone,
while no light from heav'n is shown:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Though no Father seem to hear,
though no light our spirits cheer,
tell our faith that God is near:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, in thy thirst and pain,
while thy wounds thy lifeblood drain,
thirsting more our love to gain:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Thirst for us in mercy still;
all thy holy work fulfill;
satisfy thy loving will:
hear us, holy Jesus.
May we thirst thy love to know;
lead us in our sin and woe
where the healing waters flow:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, all our ransom paid,
all thy Father's will obeyed,
all thy sufferings perfect made:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Save us in our soul's distress,
be our help to cheer and bless,
while we grow in holiness:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Brighten all our heavenward way
with an ever holier ray,
till we pass to perfect day:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, all thy labor vast,
all thy woe and conflict past,
yielding up thy soul at last:
hear us, holy Jesus.
When the death shades round us lower,
guard us from the temper's power,
keep us in that trial hour:
hear us, holy Jesus.
May thy life and death supply
grace to live and grace to die,
grace to reach the home on high:
hear us, holy Jesus.
even while thy lifeblood flows,
craving pardon for thy foes;
hear us, holy Jesus.
Savior, for our pardon sue,
when our sins thy pangs renew,
for we know not what we do:
hear us, holy Jesus.
O may we, who mercy need,
be like thee in heart and deed,
when with wrong our spirits bleed:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, pitying the sighs
of the thief, who near thee dies,
promising him paradise;
hear us, holy Jesus.
May we, in our guilt and shame,
still thy love and mercy claim,
calling humbly on thy Name:
hear us, holy Jesus.
O remember us who pine,
looking from our cross to thine;
cheer our souls with hope divine:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, loving to the end
her whose heart thy sorrows rend,
and thy dearest human friend:
hear us, holy Jesus.
May we in thy sorrows share,
and for thee all peril dare,
and enjoy thy tender care:
hear us, holy Jesus.
May we all thy loved ones be,
all one holy family,
loving for the love of thee,
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, whelmed in fears unknown,
with our evil left alone,
while no light from heav'n is shown:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Though no Father seem to hear,
though no light our spirits cheer,
tell our faith that God is near:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, in thy thirst and pain,
while thy wounds thy lifeblood drain,
thirsting more our love to gain:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Thirst for us in mercy still;
all thy holy work fulfill;
satisfy thy loving will:
hear us, holy Jesus.
May we thirst thy love to know;
lead us in our sin and woe
where the healing waters flow:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, all our ransom paid,
all thy Father's will obeyed,
all thy sufferings perfect made:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Save us in our soul's distress,
be our help to cheer and bless,
while we grow in holiness:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Brighten all our heavenward way
with an ever holier ray,
till we pass to perfect day:
hear us, holy Jesus.
Jesus, all thy labor vast,
all thy woe and conflict past,
yielding up thy soul at last:
hear us, holy Jesus.
When the death shades round us lower,
guard us from the temper's power,
keep us in that trial hour:
hear us, holy Jesus.
May thy life and death supply
grace to live and grace to die,
grace to reach the home on high:
hear us, holy Jesus.
273
Hosanna in the highest – ???
274
Cross
of Jesus, cross of sorrow – W Sparrow-Simpson
Cross
of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
where the blood of Christ was shed,
perfect Man on thee did suffer,
perfect God on thee has bled!
Here the King of all the ages,
throned in light ere worlds could be,
robed in mortal flesh is dying,
crucified by sin for me.
O mysterious condescending!
O abandonment sublime!
Very God himself is bearing
all the sufferings of time!
Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
where the blood of Christ was shed,
perfect Man on thee did suffer,
perfect God on thee has bled!
where the blood of Christ was shed,
perfect Man on thee did suffer,
perfect God on thee has bled!
Here the King of all the ages,
throned in light ere worlds could be,
robed in mortal flesh is dying,
crucified by sin for me.
O mysterious condescending!
O abandonment sublime!
Very God himself is bearing
all the sufferings of time!
Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
where the blood of Christ was shed,
perfect Man on thee did suffer,
perfect God on thee has bled!
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The flaming banners of our King
– Fortunatus / j Grant trans
276
To mock your reign, O dearest
Lord – F Green
To mock
your reign, O dearest Lord,
they made a crown of thorns;
set you with taunts along that road
from which no one returns.
They did not know, as we do now,
that glorious is your crown;
that thorns would flower upon your brow,
your sorrows heal our own.
In mock acclaim, O gracious Lord,
they snatched a purple cloak,
your passion turned, for all they cared,
into a soldier's joke.
They did not know, as we do now,
that though we merit blame
you will your robe of mercy throw
around our naked shame.
A sceptered reed, O patient Lord,
they thrust into your hand,
and acted out their grim charade
to its appointed end.
They did not know, as we do now,
though empires rise and fall,
your Kingdom shall not cease to grow
till love embraces all.
they made a crown of thorns;
set you with taunts along that road
from which no one returns.
They did not know, as we do now,
that glorious is your crown;
that thorns would flower upon your brow,
your sorrows heal our own.
In mock acclaim, O gracious Lord,
they snatched a purple cloak,
your passion turned, for all they cared,
into a soldier's joke.
They did not know, as we do now,
that though we merit blame
you will your robe of mercy throw
around our naked shame.
A sceptered reed, O patient Lord,
they thrust into your hand,
and acted out their grim charade
to its appointed end.
They did not know, as we do now,
though empires rise and fall,
your Kingdom shall not cease to grow
till love embraces all.
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