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Ecce Homo

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #36 (1899) First Line: Wilt thou, sinner, be converted? Lyrics: Wilt thou, sinner, be converted? Christ the Lord of glory see By His own denied, deserted, Bleeding, bound, and scourged for thee. Look again, O soul, behold Him On the cross uplifted high; See the precious life-blood flowing, See the tears that dim His eye. Love has pierced the heart that brake, Loveless sinner, for thy sake. Hearken till thy heart is broken To His cry so sad and sweet, Hearken to the hammer smiting Nails that pierce His hands and feet. See the side whence flows the fountain Of His love and life divine, Riven by a hand unthankful— Lo! that hand is thine. See the crown of thorns adorning God’s belovèd, holy Son; Then fall down in bitter mourning, Weep for that which thou hast done. Thank Him that His heart was willing So to die for love of thee; Thank Him for the joy that maketh This world’s joy but gall to be. And till thou in Heaven adore Him Fight for Him in knightly guise, Joy in shame and scorn and sorrow; Glorious is the prize! Languages: English

The Exchange

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #37 (1899) First Line: If the world were mine and all its store Lyrics: If the world were mine and all its store, And were it of crystal gold; Could I reign on its throne for evermore From the ancient days of old, An empress noble and fair as day, O gladly might it be, That I might cast it all away; Christ, only Christ for me. For Christ my Lord my spirit longs, For Christ, my Saviour dear; The joy and sweetness of my songs The whilst I wander here— O Lord, my spirit fain would flee From the lonely desert away to Thee. Languages: English

Seven-fold Joy

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #38 (1899) First Line: I bring unto Thy grace a seven-fold praise Lyrics: I bring unto Thy grace a seven-fold praise, Thy wondrous love I bless— I praise, remembering my sinful days, My worthlessness. I praise that I am waiting, Lord, for Thee, When, all my wanderings past, Thyself wilt bear me, and wilt welcome me To home at last. I praise Thee that for Thee I long and pine, For Thee I ever yearn; I praise Thee that such fitful love as mine Thou dost not spurn; I praise Thee for the hour when first I saw The glory of Thy face, Here dimly, but in fulness evermore In that high place. I praise Thee for a mystery unnamed, Unuttered here below; Unspeakable in words the lips have framed, Yet passing sweet to know. It is the still, the everlasting tide, The stream of Love Divine, That from the heart of God for evermore Flows into mine. To that deep joy that bindeth Heart to heart In one eternal love, A still small stream that flows unseen below An endless sea above, To that high love, that fathomless delight, No thought of man may reach; And yet beyond it is a seven-fold bliss Most holy of God’s holy mysteries, Untold in speech. Faith only hath beheld that secret place, Faith only knows how great, how high, how fair, The Temple where the Lord unveils His Face To His belovèd there. O how unfading is that pure delight! How full the joy of that exhaustless tide Which flows for ever in its glorious might, So still, so wide! And deep we drink with sweet eternal thirst, With lips for ever eager as at first, Yet ever satisfied. Languages: English

Called Up

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #40 (1899) First Line: He laid him down upon the breast of God Lyrics: He laid him down upon the breast of God In measureless delight— Enfolded in the tenderness untold, The sweetness infinite. Languages: English

Change of Raiment

Author: G. Ter Steegen Hymnal: HTS2 #41 (1899) First Line: Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt Lyrics: Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt Love laid of old on Thee, Thy love the cross and sorrow willed, Love undeserved by me. The victory over death and hell Thou, Lord, for me didst win; And Thou hast nailed upon Thy Cross All, all my sin. The way into the Holiest Place Stands open now to me; Where I can see Thy glorious Face, Nor tremble thus to see. For as I am to Thee I come, I clasp Thy blessed Feet, And learn the mystery of love So deep, so sweet. Enfolded, O my Lord, in Thee, And hid in Thee I rest, Enwrapped in Christ’s own purity Secure upon Thy breast. Had I an Angel’s raiment—fair With heavenly gems unpriced, That glorious garb I would not wear, My robe is Christ. Languages: English

Above and Below

Author: P. G. Hymnal: HTS2 #42 (1899) First Line: In the bosom of the Father Lyrics: In the bosom of the Father, Centre of His endless love, In the light and in the glory, Thus in Christ I dwell above. Filling up His bitter sufferings, Drinking of His cup of woe, And rejoicing as I do it, Thus with Christ I walk below. There above I rest, untroubled, All my service to adore; Cross and shame and death and sorrow Left behind for evermore. Therefore am I never weary Journeying onward through the waste; And the bitter Marah waters Have but sweetness to my taste. While He tells the wondrous secret Of His perfect love to me, While His heart’s exhaustless fulness In His blessed face I see; Can there be but joy and glory In His Cross and shame below? Sweet each mark of His rejection; Where His steps are, I must go. One the path, and one the sorrow— Path the angels cannot tread; Sorrow giving sweet assurance We are members, He the Head, Blessed path that ends to-morrow In the place where He is gone; Thus, the silver trumpets sounding, Through the waste we journey on. Languages: English

Brought Nigh

Author: W. R. Hymnal: HTS2 #44 (1899) First Line: Rich, our God, art Thou in mercy Lyrics: Rich, our God, art Thou in mercy, Dead in sins were we, When Thy great love rested on us, Sinners, dear to Thee. Blessed path of grace that led us From the depths of death To the fair eternal mansions Quickened by Thy breath. Riches of Thy grace have brought us There, in Christ, to Thee; Riches of Thy glory make us Thy delight to be. Not alone the stream that cleansed us Flowed from Jesus dead, Tides of glory now are flowing From our living Head. Down to us from Christ in Heaven Those bright rivers run— In His lowest saint and feeblest, God beholds His Son. He with deep delight is tracing Every feature fair Of His Son, His well-belovèd, Throned beside Him there. And those lines of glorious beauty Here His eye can see, Back to God in light reflected, Christ revealed in me. Gazing on the cloudless glory Of the Lord we love, Where unveiled He fills with radiance Those bright courts above, Day by day a change is passing O’er each lifted brow, Soon to shine like Christ in glory, Though so dimly now. Evermore that light transforms us In the Father’s sight, Not His love alone our portion, But His full delight. Not because of guilt, but glory, Doth His love provide That fair robe so well beseeming Christ’s unspotted Bride. Fair amidst His new creation Formed from Christ alone, God in us His Son beholding, Rests, the work is done. Wondrous riches of the glory Won in shame and blood, And from heaven outpoured in fulness, Endless love of God. Languages: English

The Song of His Joy

Author: T. P. Hymnal: HTS2 #47 (1899) First Line: Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus Lyrics: Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus, Deep, eternal, pure, and bright— Thou alone the Man of Sorrows, Thus couldst tell of joy aright. Lord, we know that joy, that gladness, Which in fulness Thou hast given— Sharing all that countless treasure, We on earth with Thee in Heaven. ... Even as He went before us Through the wilderness below. So, in strength unworn, unfailing, Onward also would we go. All the earth a desert round Him, All His springs in God alone; Every heart, save God’s heart only, Making discord with His own. There to walk alone, rejoicing— Through the ruin and the sin; Darkness of the midnight round Him, Glory of God’s love within. From no lower fountain flowing Than the heart of God above, All the gladness of that glory, All the power of that love. Onward to the cross rejoicing, Where all powers of evil met, Giving thanks ’midst deepest darkness That God’s love was deeper yet. Then ascended in the glory, By that love’s unfailing spring, There to sing the song of triumph, There the song of songs to sing. Hearken to that hymn of glory Filling all the holy place, Golden psalm of Him who looketh On the Father’s blessed face. Voice of measureless rejoicing, Joy unmingled, deep and clear, Wonder to the listening Heavens, Music to the Father’s ear. Won in travail of His Spirit, Agony, and shame, and blood, That blest place beside the Father, Nearest to the heart of God. Won for me! my praises leading, Jesus sings that song divine; All His joy my own for ever, All His peace for ever mine. What though drought be all around me, Desert land on every side— With that spring of love and gladness Shall I not be satisfied? Languages: English

The Hidden Path

Author: T. P. Hymnal: HTS2 #50 (1899) First Line: One place have I in heaven above Lyrics: One place have I in heaven above The glory of His throne— On this dark earth, whence He is gone, I have one place alone, And if His rest in Heaven I know, I joy to find His path below, We meet to own that place alone Around the broken bread— The dead whose life is hid with Christ Remembering Jesus dead. For us has set the earthly light, Above, the glory; here, the night. And dear as is His place on high, His footsteps are below, Where He has gone through scorn and wrong, There also would I go. Lord, where Thou diedst I would die, For where Thou livest, there am I. One lonely path across the waste, Thy lowly path of shame; I would adore Thy wondrous grace That I should tread the same. The Stranger and the Alien, Thou— And I the stranger, alien, now. Thy Cross a mighty barrier stands Between the world and me— Not yielding with reluctant hands, But glorying to be free, From that which now is dung and dross, Beside Thy Glory, and Thy Cross. I see Thee there amidst the light, The Father’s blessed Son; I know that I in Thee am there, That light and love mine own. What has this barren world to give, If there in Thy deep joy I live? Sent hither from that glorious Home, As Thou wert sent before, Of that great love from whence I come To witness evermore, For this would I count all things loss, Thy joy, Thy glory, and Thy Cross. Languages: English

The Pearl

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #52 (1899) First Line: Tale of tenderness unfathomed Lyrics: Tale of tenderness unfathomed Told by God to me— Tale of love, mysterious, awful— Thus God’s love must be. God the Seeker—one fair image Ever in His thought, Pure, and radiant, and faultless, Yet He found it not. Not amongst His holy Angels, Was there one so bright; Not amongst His stars of glory Dwelt His heart’s delight. Yet there was a depth unfathomed In a lonely place; One great deep of endless sorrow, Darkness on its face. Restless sea of black pollution Moaning evermore, Weary waves for ever breaking On a barren shore. There below in midnight darkness, Under those wild waves, Lies the treasure God is seeking, Jewel that He craves. Down beneath those sunless waters He from Heaven has passed, He has found His heart’s desire, Found His pearl at last. All He had His heart has given For that gem unpriced— Such art thou, O ransomed sinner, Yea, for such is Christ. Languages: English