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O bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #21 (1918) Lyrics: 1 O bleeding Head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory And heavenly majesty, But now despised and gory; Yet here I welcome Thee! 2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does Thy visage languish Which once was bright as morn! 3 My burden, in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression Which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot, Have mercy, I implore Thee, Redeemer, spurn me not! 4 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! Languages: English

There is a fountain filled with blood

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #22 (1918) 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 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Languages: English

Christ, the Life of all the living

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #23 (1918) Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ, the Death of death, our foe, Who, Thyself for me once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Madest reconciliation, And didst saveme from damnation; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God! Thus didst Thou my soul deliver From the bonds of sin forever. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Then, for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee for Thy groans and sighing, For Thy bleeding and Thy dying, For that last most bitter cry-- And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high. Languages: English

Jesus Christ, my sure Defense

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #24 (1918) Lyrics: 1 Jesus Christ, my sure Defense And my Savior, ever liveth; Knowing this, my confidence Rests upon the hope it giveth, Though the night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. 2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives! I, too, unto life must waken; Endless joy my Savior gives; Shall my courage, then, be shaken? Shall I fear? or could the Head Rise and leave His members dead? 3 Glorified, I shall again With this skin then be enshrouded, In this body I shall then See my God with eyes unclouded, In this flesh I then shall see Jesus Christ eternally. Languages: English

Welcome, Thou Victor in the strife

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #25 (1918) Lyrics: 1 Welcome, Thou Victor in the strife, Welcome from out the cave! Today we triumph in Thy life Around Thy empty grave. 2 Our enemy is put to shame, His short-lived triumph o’er; Our God is with us, we exclaim, We fear our foe no more. 3 Oh, let Thy conquering banner wave O’er hearts Thou makest free; And point the path that from the grave Leads heavenward up to Thee. 4 Fearless we lay us in the tomb, And sleep the night away; For Thou art there to break the gloom And call us back to-day. Languages: English

I know that my Redeemer lives!

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #26 (1918) Lyrics: 1 I know that my Redeemer lives! What comfort this sweet sentence gives! He lives, He lives, who once was dead, He lives, my ever-living Head. 2 He lives triumphant from the grave, He lives eternally to save; He lives all-glorious in the sky, He lives exalted there on high. 3 He lives to bless me with His love, He lives to plead for me above, He lives my hungry soul to feed, He lives to help in time of need. 4 He lives to silence all my fears, He lives to wipe away my tears, He lives to calm my troubled heart, He lives all blessings to impart. 5 He lives, and grants me daily breath; He lives, and I shall conquer death; He lives my mansion to prepare; He lives to bring me safely there. 6 He lives, all glory to His name! He lives, my Jesus, still the same. Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives, "I know that my Redeemer lives!" Languages: English

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #27 (1918) Lyrics: 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 See how we grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys; Our souls, how heavily they go, To reach eternal joys! 3 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor, dying rate-- Our love so cold, so faint to Thee, And Thine to us so great? 4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Come, shed abroad a Savior's love, And that shall kindle ours. Languages: English

A mighty Fortress is our God

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #28 (1918) Lyrics: 1 A mighty Fortress is our God, A trusty Shield and Weapon; He helps us free from every need That hath us now o'ertaken. The old Evil Foe Now means deadly woe; Deep guile and great might Are his dread arms in fight, On earth is not his equal. 2 With might of ours can naught be done, Soon were our loss effected; But for us fights the Valiant One, Whom God Himself elected. Ask ye, Who is this? Jesus Christ it is Of Sabaoth Lord, And there's none other God, He holds the field forever. 3 Though devils all the world should fill, All eager to devour us, We tremble not, we fear no ill, They shall not overpower us This world's prince may still Scowl fierce as he will, He can harm us none, He's judged; the deed is done; One little word can fell him. 4 The Word they still shall let remain, And not a thank have for it; He's by our side upon the plain With His good gifts and Spirit. And take they our life, Goods, fame, child, and wife; Let these all be gone, They yet have nothing won; The kingdom ours remaineth. Languages: English

On Christ the solid rock I stand

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #29 (1918) First Line: My hope is built on nothing less Lyrics: 1 My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. 2 His oath, His covenant, and blood, Support me in the sinking flood; When every earthly prop gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. 3 When I shall launch to worlds unseen, Oh, may I then be found in Him, Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. Languages: English

Rock of Ages, cleft for me

Hymnal: HPBC1918 #30 (1918) Lyrics: 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labors of my hands Can fulfil Thy Law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone! 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Savior, or I die! 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee! Languages: English