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Jesus, my great High Priest

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #71 (1893) Lyrics: 1 JESUS, my great High Priest, Offered His blood and died; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside. His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 2 To this dear Surety's hand Will I commit my cause; He answers and fulfills His Father's broken laws. Behold my soul at freedom set; My Surety paid the dreadful debt. 3 My Advocate appears For my defence on high; The Father bows His ears, And lays His thunder by. Not all that hell or sin can say, Shall turn His heart, His love away. 4 Should all the hosts of death, And powers of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on, I shall be safe, for Christ displays Superior power and guardian grace. Topics: Passion Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #72 (1893) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 LORD Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely with my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy blood I hope to stand, But ere I reach that Paradise, A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength, Only my soul still cries in me: "Lord, take me home, take me to Thee!" 4 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy sweat refresh and comfort me, Thy bonds and fetters make me free! 5 The blows and stripes that fell on Thee Heal up the wounds of sin in me; Thy crown of thorns, Thy foes' mad spite Let be my glory and delight! 6 That thirst and bitter draught of Thine Help me to bear with patience mine; Thy piercing cry uphold my soul, When floods of anguish o'er me roll! 7 O let Thy holy wounds for me Clefts in the rock forever be, Where as a dove my soul can hide And safe from Satan's rage abide. 8 And when my lips grow white and chill, Thy Spirit cry within me still, And help my soul Thy heaven to find, When these poor eyes grow dark and blind! 9 And when my spirit flies away, Thy parting words shall be my stay, Let me depart with peaceful brow, When I in death my head shall bow. 10 Thy cross shall be my staff in life, Thy holy grave my rest from strife; The winding-sheet that covered Thee, O let it be a shroud for me. 11 Lord, from Thy nail-prints let me read That Thou to save me hast decreed, And grant that in Thy opened side My troubled soul may ever hide. 12 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust, The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 13 And when the last great day shall come, And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 14 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 15 Ah, then I have my heart's desire, When singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I behold Thy face! Topics: Passion Languages: English

Not all the blood of beasts

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #73 (1893) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 NOT all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burden Thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree I know my guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love. Topics: Passion Languages: English

O Bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #74 (1893) Meter: 7.6 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 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Pale Death with cruel rigor Bereaveth Thee of life; Thus losest Thou Thy vigor And strength in this sad strife. 4 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! 5 My Shepherd, now receive me! My Guardian, own me Thine! Great blessings Thou didst give me, O Source of gifts divine! Thy lips have often fed me With milk and sweetest food; Thy Spirit oft has led me To stores of heavenly good. 6 Here I will stand beside Thee, From Thee I will not part; O Saviour, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart; When soul and body languish In death's last fatal grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I take a part with Thee. Ah, well for me, if lying Here at Thy feet, my life, I too with Thee were dying, And thus might end my strife! 8 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! 9 When hence I must betake me, Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me, When death is at my heart! When soul and body languish, O leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish, By virtue of Thine own! 10 Be Thou my Consolation And Shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh. My eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee. Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: Passion Languages: English

O darkest woe!

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #75 (1893) Meter: 4.4.7.7.6 Lyrics: 1 O DARKEST woe! Ye tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder? God the Father's only Son Now is buried yonder! 2 O sorrow dread! Our God is dead, But be His expiation Of our guilt upon the cross Gained for us salvation. 3 O child of man! It was the ban Of death on thee that brought Him Down to suffer for thy sins, And such woe hath wrought Him. 4 See, stained with blood, The Lamb of God, The Bridegroom, lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He May to life restore thee. 5 O Ground of faith, Laid low in death! Sweet lips now silent sleeping! Surely all that live must mourn Here with bitter weeping. 6 O Virgin-born, Thy death we mourn, Thou lovely Star of gladness! Who could see Thy reeking blood Void of grief and sadness: 7 Yea, blest is he Whose heart shall be Fixed here, who apprehendeth Why the Lord of glory thus To the grave descendeth. 8 O Jesus blest! My Help and Rest! With tears I now entreat Thee: Make me love Thee to the last, Till in heaven I greet Thee! Topics: Passion Languages: English

O Lamb of God, most holy

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #76 (1893) Meter: 7.8 Lyrics: 1 O LAMB of God, most holy! Who on the cross didst languish, E'er patient, meek, and lowly, Though mocked amid thine anguish; Our sins thou bearest for us, Else would despair reign o'er us; Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 2 O Lamb of God, most holy! Who on the cross didst languish, E'er patient, meek, and lowly, Though mocked amid thine anguish; Our sins thou bearest for us, Else would despair reign o'er us; Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 3 O Lamb of God, most holy! Who on the cross didst languish, E'er patient, meek, and lowly, Though mocked amid thine anguish; Our sins thou bearest for us, Else would despair reign o'er us; Thy peace be with us, O Jesus! Topics: Passion Languages: English

See, world! thy Life assailèd

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #77 (1893) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Lyrics: 1 SEE, world! thy Life assailèd; On the accursed tree nailèd, Thy Saviour sinks in death! The mighty Prince from heaven Himself hath freely given To shame, and blows, and cruel wrath! 2 Come hither now and ponder, ’Twill fill thy soul with wonder, Blood streams from every pore. Through grief whose depth none knoweth, From His great heart there floweth Sigh after sigh of anguish o’er! 3 Who is it that afflicts Thee? My Saviour what dejects Thee And causeth all Thy woe? Sin Thou committed’st never, As we and our seed ever, Of deeds of evil naught dost know. 4 I many times transgressing, In number far surpassing The sand upon the coast, I thus the cause have given, That Thou with grief art riven, And the afflicted martyr host. 5 I’ve done it, and deliver Me hand and foot forever Thou justly might’st to hell. The mocking to Thee offered, The scourging Thou hast suffered, My soul it was deserved it well. 6 The load Thou takest on Thee, That pressed so sorely on me, Than stone more heavily. A curse, Lord, Thou becamest, Thus blessings for me claimest, Thy pain must all my comfort be. 7 Not death itself Thou fearest, As surety Thou appearest For all my debts and me. For me Thy brow is crownèd With thorns, and Thou’rt disownèd By men, and bear’st all patiently. 8 Into death’s jaws Thou springest, Deliverance to me bringest From such a monster dire. My death away Thou takest, Thy grave its grave Thou makest; Of love, O unexampled fire! 9 I’m bound, my Saviour ever, By ties most sacred never Thy service to forsake; With soul and body ever, With all my powers t’endeavor, In praise and service joy to take. 10 Not much can I be giving In this poor life I’m living, But one thing do I say: Thy death and sorrows ever, Till soul from body sever, My heart remember shall for aye. 11 Before mine eyes I’ll place them, And joyfully embrace them, Wherever I may be, They’ll be a glass revealing Pure innocence, and sealing Love and unfeigned sincerity. 12 Of sin how great the danger; How it excites God’s anger; How doth His vengeance burn; How sternly He chastiseth; How His wrath’s flood ariseth:-- Shall I from all Thy suff’rings learn. 13 From them shall I be learning, How I may be adorning, My heart with quietness, And how I still should love them Whose malice aye doth move them To grieve me by their wickedness. 14 When tongues of bad men grieve me, Of peace and name deprive me, My restive heart I’ll still; Their evil deeds enduring, Of pardon free assuring My neighbor for his every ill. 15 I’ll on the cross unite me To Thee, what doth delight me I’ll there renounce for aye. Whate’er Thy Spirit’s grieving, There I’ll for aye be leaving As much as in my strength doth lay. 16 Thy groaning and Thy sighing, Thy thousand tears and crying, That once were heard from Thee. They’ll lead me to Thy glory, Where I shall joy before Thee, And evermore at rest shall be! Topics: Passion Languages: English

Saviour, when in dust to Thee

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #78 (1893) Lyrics: 1 SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee Low we bow the adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes; O by all Thy pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn Litany! 2 By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of deep distress In the savage wilderness; By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting Tempter's power: Turn, O turn a favoring eye, Hear our solemn Litany! 3 By thine hour of dire despair; By thine agony of prayer; By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice: Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn Litany! 4 By Thy deep expiring groan; By the sad sepulchral stone; By the vault whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God; O from earth to heaven restored, Mighty reascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Hear our solemn Litany! Topics: Passion Languages: English

Seven times our blessed Saviour spoke

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #79 (1893) Meter: 8.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 SEVEN times our blessed Saviour spoke, When on the cross our sins He took, And died lest man should perish: Let us His last and dying words In our remembrance cherish. 2 "Father, forgive these men, for lo! They truly know not what they do!" So far His love extended: Forgive us, Lord, when we, too, have Through ignorance offended. 3 Now to the contrite thief He cries: "Thou, verily, in Paradise Shalt meet me ere to-morrow:" Lord, take us to Thy kingdom soon, Who linger here in sorrow. 4 To weeping Mary, standing by, "Behold thy Son!" now hear Him cry; To John, "Behold Thy mother!" Protect, Lord, those we leave behind, Let each befriend the other. 5 Once more He saith, "I thirst! I thirst!" O Prince of life! Thou dar'st the worst, Because for our salvation The thirst is great: then help us Thou That we escape damnation. 6 Again, "My God, my God, O why Forsake me in my agony?" Lord, Thou wast here forsaken, That we might be received on high; Let this our hope awaken. 7 Then, when victory was won, "'Tis finished!" for Thy work was done. To Thee our work commending, May we each task Thou dost impose Bring to a joyful ending. 8 And last, before His sufferings end, "O God my Father, I commend To Thy true hands my spirit:" Be this, when sinks my dying heart, the wish that last shall stir it. 9 Whoe'er, by sense of sin oppressed, On these blest words his thoughts doth rest, Thence joy and hope obtaineth, And, through God's love and boundless grace. A peaceful conscience gaineth. 10 O Jesus Christ, our Lord and Guide, Who hast for our salvation died! On this forever dwelling, May we each hour Thy death regard, Thy grief, all grief excelling! Topics: Passion Languages: English

So rest, my Rest

Hymnal: ELHL1892 #80 (1893) Meter: 4.4.7.7.6 Lyrics: 1 SO rest, my Rest! Thou ever Blest! Thy grave with sinners making; By Thy precious death from sin My dead soul awaking. 2 After Thy strife, Life of my life, Thou'rt in the tomb reposing, Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave, Rock of ages, closing. 3 How cold art Thou, My Saviour, now! Thy fervent love hath driven Thee into the cold, dark grace, That I might gain heaven. 4 Breath of all breath! I know, from death Thou wilt my dust awaken; Wherefore should I dread the grave, Or my faith be shaken? 5 To me the tomb Shall be a room, Where I lie down on roses; Who by faith hath conquered death, Sweetly there reposes. 6 The body dies-- Naught else--and lies In dust, until victorious From the grave it shall arise Beautiful and glorious. 7 Meantime I will, My Saviour, still Deep in my bosom lay Thee, Ever musing on Thy death: Leave me not, I pray Thee! Topics: Passion Languages: English