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Made One

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde. d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The mouth of the Lord hath spoken Lyrics: The mouth of the Lord hath spoken, Hath spoken a mighty word; My sinful heart it hath broken, Yet sweeter I never heard; “Thou, thou art, O soul, My deep desire And My love’s eternal bliss: Thou art the rest where leaneth My breast, And My mouth’s most holy kiss. Thou art the treasure I sought and found, Rejoicing over thee; I dwell in thee, and with thee am I crowned, And thou dost dwell in Me. Thou art joined to Me, O Mine own, for ever, And nearer thou canst not be— Shall aught on earth or in Heaven sever Myself from Me?”

Ecce Homo

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal 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!

The Exchange

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

Seven-fold Joy

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

Called Up

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

Above and Below

Author: P. G. Appears in 3 hymnals 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.

Brought Nigh

Author: W. R. Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

The Song of His Joy

Author: T. P. Appears in 3 hymnals 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?

The Hidden Path

Author: T. P. Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

Ter Steegen's Golden Timepiece

Author: G. Ter Steegen, d. 1769 Appears in 1 hymnal 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