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Author: G. Ter Steegen, d. 1769 Hymnal: HTS2 #54 (1899) First Line: Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servant Lyrics: John xiii. 5. 6 P.M. Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servant, Humble, loving Lord, Wash my ways, and all my converse, Thought, and deed, and word. Make me bend, the least and lowest, At my brethren’s feet; Love saith, “As the task is meanest, Is the service sweet.” Matt. xxvi. 28. 7 P.M. Givest thou Thyself, Lord Jesus, Thus my life to be? Thy most precious Blood and Body Offered up for me? Thou, O Lord, my food eternal My eternal feast— All my hunger stilled for ever, All my thirst appeased. John xvii. 9, 20. 8 P.M. Great High Priest whose prayers are music In the Father’s ears, I shall know their glorious answer Through eternal years. Even now, O Lord, I know it, Made by love Divine, One with Thee, henceforth, for ever, Therefore one with Thine. John xviii. 1. 9 P.M. Lo! I see the shadow falling Awful in its gloom— See Thee passing, O Belovèd, To Thy place of doom— Mine the sin that veiled the glory, Thine the burden sore— Yet, O world, so sweet that sorrow, Thou art sweet no more. Luke xxii. 41. 10 P.M. Sorrowful, I see Thee kneeling That dread cup to take; Filled with wrath of my deserving Given Thee for my sake. Yet to Thee how sweet the bitter, Sweet the Father’s will! Lord, may I, Thy love recalling, Suffer, and be still. Luke xxii. 44. 11 P.M. For Thine agony of weeping, For Thy sweat of Blood, For Thy prayer that told the marvel Of the love of God; Lord, I thank Thee—still ascendeth That unceasing prayer, Incense from my heart’s still temple; God’s High Priest is there. Luke xxii. 48. MIDNIGHT. On! the traitor’s kiss to suffer On Thy lips Divine— Yield Thyself to foemen, stricken By one word of Thine— Give me, Lord, to bear rejoicing Cross and shame for Thee— Meet with loving lips and gentle Him who hateth me. John xviii. 12. 1 A.M. Unresisting, uncomplaining, Holy, harmless, calm; Driven, beaten, led to slaughter, God’s unblemished Lamb— Bind me in eternal fetters, Lead me, Thine alone; Silent when contempt and hatred Mark me for Thine own. Mark xiv. 64. 2 A.M. Lo! they judge Thee as a traitor, All the treachery mine— Scourge Thee as a malefactor, Saviour Divine. Search me, O my God, and try me, Cleanse my inmost will; Give to me, if men misjudge me, Patience sweet and still. Mark xiv. 71. 3 A.M. Peter hath denied Thee—wilder Rise the waters deep— Smitten by Thine eyes of pity He hath fled to weep. Make me strong, and true and faithful, All my strength in Thee; When my faithless steps would wander, Look Thou, Lord, on me. Mark xv. 5. 4 A.M. Silent midst the false accusers, Thou the Witness true; Proud, false lips revile and sentence Him they never knew. I, the guilty one, acquitted By Thy lips Divine; Thine the curse and condemnation, Life and glory mine. Mark xv. 19. 5 A.M. Lo! they mock Thee, spit upon Thee, Smite the Face of God; I shall stand in shining raiment, Whitened in Thy Blood— Stand before Thy Throne of judgment Faultless, glad, and free; Grant me love to men who hate me As Thy love to me. John xix. 9. 6 A.M. As a sheep before her shearers Dumb and still art Thou; For the kingdom and the glory Are not given Thee now. Not for me the courts enchanted Of the world’s delight— With Thee in Thy palace gardens I shall walk in white. John xix. 16. 7 A.M. Dragged from Thy belovèd city, Zion’s holy hill, Mirth of fools and song of drunkards, Thou art silent still. Silently, O Lord, I follow In that path of shame, Thy reproach and Thy dishonour Glory of my name. John xviii. 40. 8 A.M. Thou, the Prince of Life, rejected, And the murderer claimed; Stripped and scourged by hands ungentle, Mocked by tongues untamed— Strip from me, Lord, self’s foul raiment, Clothe me with Thine own; I am fit for courts of Heaven, Clad in Christ alone. John xix. 2. 9 A.M With the crown of thorns they crown Thee, Scornfully they bow; On the Father’s throne in glory Thou art seated now. Mighty God, I bow before Thee, Thee, the Saviour King; Here, my joy to love and suffer; There, to love and sing. John xix. 5. 10 A.M. Mocked and spit upon, and bleeding, Pilate leads Thee forth; In Thy face they see no beauty, In Thy Blood no worth. O despised and humble Jesus, What, compared with Thee, Are the glory and the beauty Of all worlds to me. John xix. 16. 11 A.M. Sentence passed on Thee, the guiltless By a sinner’s tongue— I before Thy throne am speechless I, who did the wrong. By Thy holy lips acquitted, Wondering, I go free— Past for me are death and judgment, Crucified with Thee. John xix. 17, 18. NOON. Thou must bear Thy cross, Lord Jesus, With the robbers twain— Wearied, bleeding, and forsaken In Thy shame and pain. Taking up my cross I follow, All my glory this, With Thee here to toil and suffer, Thy reproach my bliss. Luke xxiii. 33. Lo! unto the cross they nail Thee, Bitter gall prepare, Those all-holy lips to moisten, Praying for them there. When that wounded hand shall sweetly Pass that cup to me, May it all the world embitter, Leave me naught but Thee. Luke xxiii. 43; John xix. 25-27. Hanging in Thy shame and anguish, Words of love and grace Welcome the forgiven felon To Thy Holiest place— Guide Thy mother, broken-hearted, To a home of rest— Comfort him, who yester even Lay upon Thy Breast. Matt. xxvii. 46; John xix. 30. In Thy direst need forsaken, Now the work is done— Thou dost bow Thy Head to welcome Me, Thy wandering one— Bend to kiss Thine own, Thy ransomed— In that kiss to die— My Belovèd, Thine for ever, Thine alone am I. John xix. 34. 4 P.M. From Thy side the blood and water Flow to cleanse my sin— Rent the mystic veil of Heaven; I have entered in. Heart of love, to sinners open, Place where God can meet His beloved, His priest anointed At His mercy seat. John xix. 41. 5 P.M. New the grave wherein Thou liest Wound in linen fine— I an old cold grave have found Thee, This poor heart of mine. So shall that dark grave be glorious, New, and pure, and fair; I shall worship Thee for ever In Thy glory there. Scripture: John 13:5 Languages: English

The Beloved

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #66 (1899) First Line: Dew abundant from the depths divine Lyrics: Dew abundant from the depths divine, O sweet white Flower, pure as mountain snow, O precious Fruit of that celestial Flower, O Ransom from the everlasting woe— Thou holy sacrifice for sins of men, The gift that the eternal Father gave— O Dew of life, by Thee I live again, By Thee Who camest down to seek and save. I see Thee small in low and humble guise, And me Thou seest, great in shame and sin— Lord, I would be Thy daily sacrifice, Though I am worthless, vile, and foul within. Yet into that mean cup Thy grace will pour The love that overflows for evermore. Languages: English

The Lamb of God

Author: T. S. M. Hymnal: HTS2 #67 (1899) First Line: Lamb, Thy white-robed people feeding Lyrics: Lamb, Thy white-robed people feeding ’Neath the shadowing wings— Lamb, Thy weary, thirsty leading, To the living springs. Once upon the altar bleeding, Now on God’s high throne— Unto Thee salvation, glory, Lamb of God, alone. We before the throne in Heaven Day and night adore Thee, the Lamb, amongst us dwelling Now, and evermore! Lo, we hunger not and thirst not, Nor can sun or heat Smite us in Thy rest and shadow Deep, and still, and sweet. Days and nights of lonely sorrow, Long and changeful years, Tell but of the Hand most tender, Wiping all our tears. For our robes, so white, so radiant, Witness as they shine Of the Sacred Blood that washed us, Thine, O Lamb Divine. Languages: English

The Great Unknown

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #68 (1899) First Line: Why dost Thou pass unheeded Lyrics: Why dost Thou pass unheeded, Treading with piercèd feet The halls of the kingly palace, The busy street? Oh marvellous in Thy beauty, Crowned with the light of God, Why fall they not down to worship Where Thou has trod? Why are Thy hands extended Beseeching whilst men pass by With their empty words and their laughter, Yet passing on to die? Unseen, unknown, unregarded, Calling and waiting yet— They hear Thy knock and they tremble— They hear, and they forget. And Thou in the midst art standing Of old and for ever the same— Thou hearest their songs and their jesting, But not Thy Name. The thirty-three years forgotten Of the weary way Thou hast trod— Thou art but a name unwelcome, O Saviour God! Yet amongst the highways and hedges, Amongst the lame and the blind, The poor and the maimed and the outcast, Still dost Thou seek and find— There by the wayside lying The eyes of Thy love can see The wounded, the naked, the dying, Too helpless to come to Thee. So art Thou watching and waiting Till the wedding is furnished with guests— And the last of the sorrowful singeth, And the last of the weary rests. Languages: English

Transformed

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #70 (1899) First Line: Dark lay the plain, a tangled wilderness Lyrics: Dark lay the plain, a tangled wilderness, And dark the mountains in the mists afar— A land of darkness where no order is, Nor moon, nor star— There was the line of drear confusion drawn, The stones of emptiness lay wide and bare, As though the ancient peoples of the dawn Lay buried there. There did the wild beasts of the desert meet The creatures from the waste and lonely isles— And there did nameless shadows glide and fleet Through ruined piles. There in the mouldered palaces there spread The nettles, and the brambles and the thorn; Now and again there brake the silence dread Some cry forlorn. And now and yet again a pallid light, A magic gleam from out the darkness shone— And then into a deeper, drearier night It wandered on. And he who dwells there dwelleth all alone, All unaware of those who wander by; They unto him, and he to them unknown, They live and die. Know’st thou the land? the land where wandered first The two who could remember Paradise— The land of hunger, and of quenchless thirst, Of tear-worn eyes. Know’st thou the land? too early known—too well, Though veiled awhile in childhood’s golden haze; But bare and drear when past the song and spell, The infant days. Thy land, O soul, thy fatherland of old— The far, far country thou didst choose for thee; Choose, rather than the palaces of gold, Where God must be. * * * * * * The wilderness, the solitary place, No more are sad— Are lit with radiance of His glorious Face— The wastes are glad; They blossom as the roses thousand-fold, They sing and they rejoice; The glory of the mighty cedars old, The summer’s voice, The fresh green pastures, and the waters still From fountains fed, Where far aloft upon God’s holy hill The Angels tread— These, where the ancient land of darkness lay, Lie still and fair; The eyes unsealed to that eternal Day Behold Him there. Amidst the wilderness the waters flow, The streams for ever spring; Beside them in their raiment white as snow The ransomed sing. They pass along with music and with song, And joy their diadem— To God’s fair city wends the glorious throng, And Jesus walks with them. Know’st thou the Way? the one Highway of God That leads therein? The pathway of the Lamb’s most precious blood Who bore thy sin? Know’st thou the Way? the glorious Way He made Through death’s deep sea? O Lamb of God, I bless the love that laid My sins on Thee. Languages: English

Light and Sound

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #73 (1899) First Line: Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealed Lyrics: Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealed Behold Thee now— In sudden radiance to my soul revealed, Light, sight, art Thou. One moment—and the night has passed away, Unbarred the prison; And I pass forth to God’s eternal day, The dead arisen. One moment—and I see Thy glorious Face Look down on me, Unutterable love that fills all space, Where’er I be. Here, nearer than myself, and far away And everywhere, Thou shinest, Light of that celestial day, “The Lord is there.” Thou showest me the land of living springs, The land that lies Beneath the shadow of Thy mighty wings, The glory of Thine eyes. And all is lit with love that hath no end, Illimitable love— Wherein for ever wheresoe’er I wend I live and move. Such, O my God, that moment of delight— The sudden light that shone Upon the fields of Bethlehem at night— Thou givest me Thy Son. * * * * * And now the silence of the dead is past; My ears have heard The voice of Him who is the First and Last, The living Word. But not in one short moment hath He told His heart to me, The everlasting love that was of old, That evermore shall be. My ears have heard the first entrancing chord Of that unending song, The joyful psalm, the music of the Lord, So sweet, so long. The song that through the everlasting days The Lord’s belovèd hears; His Light has filled illimitable space, His Voice, eternal years. O glorious moment of the opened eyes, Himself revealed! O endless years of songs of Paradise For ears unsealed! Scripture: 2 Chronicles 7:6 Languages: English

There is a Day of rest before thee

Author: J. S. Kunth, d. 1700 Hymnal: HTS2 #76 (1899) Lyrics: There is a Day of rest before thee— Thou weary soul, arise and shine. Awhile the clouds hung darkly o’er thee, Awhile the captive’s chains were thine. Behold, the Lamb of God will lead thee To still green pastures round the throne; Cast off thy burden, rise and speed thee, For soon the battle storm is done— For soon the weary race is past, And thou shalt rest in Love at last. God ’stablished ere the days of Heaven Rest, gentle rest, for evermore— Men long have wept, and toiled, and striven But rest was ordered long before. For this the Saviour left the skies, The Home beyond the thousand suns— He stretches forth His hands and cries, “Come, come to Me, ye weary ones! Ye long have laboured, come and rest, Lie still, belovèd, on My breast.” Then come, ye sorrowful and weary. Ye heavy laden, come to Him, From desert places lone and dreary, With fainting heart and aching limb; For ye have borne the heat of day, And now the hour of rest is come; To you the Lord doth call and say, “My people, I will be your Home; Fear not for devil, world, and sin, But saved and pardoned, enter in.” Come in, the sheaves of glory bringing, The seed-time of our tears is past, More sweet than dreams of joy the singing That fills our Father’s house at last. And grief and fear, and death and pain, Are fled, and are forgotten things; We see the Lamb that once was slain, He leads us to the living springs; Himself He wipes our tears away— Such blessedness words cannot say. The day of deep refreshing dawneth; No sun lights on us, and no heat; No longer is there one who mourneth, And there the hearts long severed meet— And God Himself shall be with them; They who the weary desert trod, Shall be a royal Diadem For ever in the Hand of God; All hail! thou glorious Sabbath day When toil and strife are past away! And peace is round us as a river, And glory as a flowing stream; With Christ our Lord we dwell for ever, For ever lean in love on Him. Oh give me wings to flee away Afar into that holy home! Why seek we still on earth to stay? The Spirit and the Bride say “Come!” Arise! Salvation draweth near The everlasting Sabbath year. Languages: English

The Breath of God

Author: G. Ter Steegen, d. 1769 Hymnal: HTS2 #79 (1899) First Line: Thou Breath from still eternity Lyrics: Thou Breath from still eternity Breathe o’er my spirit’s barren land— The pine-tree and the myrtle-tree Shall spring amidst the desert sand; And where Thy living water flows The waste shall blossom as the rose. May I in will and deed and word Obey Thee as a little child; And keep me in Thy love, my Lord, For ever holy, undefiled; Within me teach, and strive, and pray, Lest I should choose my own wild way. O Spirit, Stream that by the Son Is opened to us crystal pure, Forth flowing from the heavenly Throne To waiting hearts and spirits poor, Athirst and weary do I sink Beside Thy waters, there to drink. My spirit turns to Thee and clings, All else forsaking, unto Thee; Forgetting all created things, Remembering only “God in me.” O living Stream; O gracious rain, None wait for Thee, and wait in vain. Languages: English

The Will of God

Author: G. Ter Steegen Hymnal: HTS2 #80 (1899) First Line: Thou sweet beloved Will of God Lyrics: Thou sweet beloved Will of God, My anchor ground, my fortress hill, The Spirit’s silent fair abode, In Thee I hide me and am still. O Will, that willest good alone, Lead Thou the way, Thou guidest best; A silent child, I follow on, And trusting, lean upon Thy Breast. God’s Will doth make the bitter sweet, And all is well when it is done; Unless His Will doth hallow it, The glory of all joy is gone. Self, Sense, and Reason, they may scorn That hidden way that leads on high— Still be my deepest will uptorn, And so the power of Nature die. And if in gloom I see Thee not, I lean upon Thy love unknown— In me Thy blessed Will is wrought, If I will nothing of my own. O spirit of a little child, Of will bereft, untroubled, pure, I seek thy glory undefiled; Lord, take my will, Thy love is sure. O Will of God, my soul’s desire, My Bread of life in want and pain; O Will of God, my guiding fire, Unite my will to Thine again. O Will, in me Thy work be done, For time, and for eternity— Give joy or sorrow, all are one To that blest soul that loveth Thee. Languages: English

The Victory of the Lamb

Author: J. Heerman, d. 1647 Hymnal: HTS2 #82 (1899) First Line: I go from grief and sighing, the valley and the clod Lyrics: I go from grief and sighing, the valley and the clod, To join the chosen people in the palaces of God— There sounds no cry of battle amidst the shadowing palms, But the mighty song of victory, and glorious golden psalms. The army of the conquerors, a palm in every hand, In robes of state and splendour, in rest eternal stand; Those marriage robes of glory, the righteousness of God— He bought them for His people with His most precious Blood. The Lamb of God has saved them from Hell’s deep sea of fire— The Lamb of God adorns them in spotless white attire; The Lamb of God presents them as Kings in crowns of light— As Priests in God’s own temple to serve Him day and night. Salvation, strength, and wisdom to Him whose works and ways Are wonderful and glorious—eternal is His praise: The Lamb Who died and liveth, alive for evermore, The Saviour Who redeemed us, for ever we adore. Languages: English