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Jesus, Lord of life and glory
Author: James J. Cummins Meter: 8.7 Appears in 94 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Lord of life and glory,
Bend from heaven Thy gracious ear,
While our waiting souls adore Thee,
Friend of helpless sinners, hear!
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord!
2 Taught by Thine unerring Spirit,
Boldly we draw nigh to God,
Only in Thy spotless merit,
Only through Thy precious Blood;
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord!
3 From the depths of nature's blindness,
From the hardening power of sin,
From all malice and unkindness,
From the pride that lurks within,
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord!
4 When temptation sorely presses,
In the day of Satan's power,
In our times of deep distresses,
In each dark and trying hour,
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord!
5 In the weary hours of sickness,
In the times of grief and pain,
When we feel our mortal weakness,
When the creature's help is vain,
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord!
6 In the solemn hour of dying,
In the awful Judgment Day,
May our souls, on Thee relying,
Find Thee still our Rock and Stay
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord! Topics: Worship General Petitions; Sexagesima Sunday; Sundays in Lent; Lent, Second Sunday; Easter Season, Sixth Sunday; Eleventh Sunday after Trinity; Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Used With Tune: ST. DENYS
Jesus, Lord of life and glory
Now, My Soul, Thy Voice Upraising
Author: Claude de Santeüil; Henry W. Baker; John Chandler Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Appears in 42 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Now, my soul, thy voice upraising,
Tell in sweet and mournful strain
How the Crucified, enduring
Grief, and wounds, and dying pain,
Freely of His love was offered,
Sinless was for sinners slain.
2. Scourged with unrelenting fury
For the sins which we deplore,
By His livid stripes He heals us,
Raising us to fall no more;
All our bruises gently soothing,
Binding up the bleeding sore.
3. See! His hands and feet are fastened
So He makes His people free;
Not a wound whence blood is flowing
But a fount of grace shall be;
Yea the very nails which nail Him
Nail us also to the tree.
4. Through His heart the spear is piercing,
Though His foes have seen Him die;
Blood and water thence are streaming
In a tide of mystery,
Water from our guilt to cleanse us,
Blood to win us crowns on high.
5. Jesu, may those precious fountains
Drink to thirsting souls afford:
Let them be our cup and healing,
And at length our full reward;
So a ransomed world shall ever
Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord. Used With Tune: ST. DENYS (Monk) Text Sources: Paris Breviary, 1680
Now, My Soul, Thy Voice Upraising
Now, my soul, thy voice upraising
Author: Santolius Maglorianus; John Chandler Meter: 8.7 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising,
Sing aloud in mournful strain,
Of the sorrows most amazing,
And the agonizing pain,
Which our Saviour
Sinless bore, for sinners slain.
2 He the ruthless scourge enduring,
Ransom for our sins to pay,
Sinners by His own stripes curing,
Raising those who wounded lay,
Bore our sorrow,
And removed our pains away.
3 He to liberty restored us
By the very bonds He bare;
And His nail-pierced limbs afford us
Each a stream of mercy rare:
Lo! he draws us
To the Cross, and keeps us there.
4 When His painful life was ended,
Then the spear transfixed His side:
Blood and water thence descended,
Pouring forth a double tide:
This to cleanse us,
That to heal us is applied.
5 Jesus! may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford;
May we, now Thy Love possessing,
And at length our full reward,
Ever praise Thee,
As our ever-glorious Lord! Topics: Good Friday; Lent, Fifth Sunday; Passion Week; Good Friday Used With Tune: ST. DENYS
Now, my soul, thy voice upraising
