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O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble

Hymnal: NEH1985 #93a (1986) Meter: 10.10 with refrain First Line: Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Lyrics: 1 Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they crucified my Lord? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when they crucified my Lord? 2 Were you there when they nailed him to the tree? Were you there when they nailed him to the tree? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when they nailed him to the tree? 3 Were you there when they pierced him in the side? Were you there when they pierced him in the side? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when they pierced him in the side? 4 Were you there when the sun refused to shine? Were you there when the sun refused to shine? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when the sun refused to shine? 5 Were you there when they laid him in the tomb? Were you there when they laid him in the tomb? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when they laid him in the tomb? 6 Were you there when he rose from out the tomb? Were you there when he rose from out the tomb? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when he rose from out the tomb? Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Languages: English Tune Title: WERE YOU THERE?

O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble

Hymnal: NEH1985 #93b (1986) Meter: 10.10 with refrain First Line: Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Lyrics: 1 Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they crucified my Lord? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when they crucified my Lord? 2 Were you there when they nailed him to the tree? Were you there when they nailed him to the tree? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when they nailed him to the tree? 3 Were you there when they pierced him in the side? Were you there when they pierced him in the side? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when they pierced him in the side? 4 Were you there when the sun refused to shine? Were you there when the sun refused to shine? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when the sun refused to shine? 5 Were you there when they laid him in the tomb? Were you there when they laid him in the tomb? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when they laid him in the tomb? 6 Were you there when he rose from out the tomb? Were you there when he rose from out the tomb? O--sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble; Were you there when he rose from out the tomb? Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Tune Title: WERE YOU THERE?

We sing the praise of him who died

Author: Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854 Hymnal: NEH1985 #94 (1986) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 We sing the praise of him who died, Of him who died upon the Cross; The sinner's hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscribed upon the Cross we see In shining letters, 'God is love'; He bears our sins upon the Tree; He brings us mercy from above. 3 The Cross! it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens ev'ry bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light; 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above. Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide; Holy Cross Day September 14th Languages: English Tune Title: BOW BRICKHILL

When I survey the wondrous Cross

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: NEH1985 #95 (1986) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous Cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 His dying crimson like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the Tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide; Holy Cross Day September 14th Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM

O thou who through this holy week

Author: J. M. Neale, 1818-66 Hymnal: NEH1985 #96 (1986) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Year Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE

At the Cross her station keeping

Hymnal: NEH1985 #97 (1986) Meter: 8.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 At the Cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus at the last. Through her soul, of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved, Now at lengthy the sword hath passed. 2 *O, that blessèd one, grief-laden, Blessèd Mother, blessèd Maiden, Mother of the all-holy One; O that silent, ceaseless mourning, O those dim eyes, never turning From that wondrous, suffering Son. 3 Who on Christ's dear Mother gazing, In her trouble so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who on Christ's dear Mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrow deep? 4 For his people's sins, in anguish, There she saw the victim languish, Bleed in torments, bleed and die: Saw the Lord's anointed taken; Saw her Child in death forsaken, Heard his last expiring cry. 5 In the Passion of my Maker, Be my sinful soul partaker, May I bear with her my part; Of his Passion bear the token, In a spirit bowed and broken Bear his death within my heart. 6 *May his wounds both wound and heal me, He enkindle, cleanse, anneal me, Be his Cross my hope and stay. May he, when the mountains quiver, From that flame which burns for ever Shield me on the judgement day. 7 Jesu, may thy Cross defend me, And thy saving death befriend me, Cherished by thy deathless grace; When to dust my dust returneth, Grant a soul that to thee yearneth In thy Paradise a place. Topics: The Christian Year Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER

O come and stand beneath the cross

Hymnal: NEH1985 #98 (1986) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Year Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: ST CROSS

It is finished! Blessèd Jesus

Author: William Maclagan, 1826-1910 Hymnal: NEH1985 #99 (1986) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 It is finished! Blessèd Jesus, Thou hast breathed thy latest sigh, Teaching us the sons of Adam How the Son of God can die. 2 Lifeless lies the piercèd Body, Resting in its rocky bed; Thou hast left the Cross of anguish For the mansions of the dead. 3 In the hidden realms of darkness Shines a light unseen before, When the Lord of dead and living Enters at the lowly door. 4 Lo, in spirit, rich in mercy Comes he from the world above, Preaching to the souls in prison Tidings of his dying love. 5 Lo, the heavenly light around him, As he draws his people near; All amazed they come rejoicing At the gracious words they hear. 6 Patriarch and priest and prophet Gather round him as he stands, In adoring faith and gladness Hearing of the piercèd hands. 7 There in lowliest joy and wonder Stands the robber by his side, Reaping now the blessèd promise Spoken by the Crucified. 8 Jesus, Lord of our salvation, Let thy mercy rest on me; Grant me too, when life is finished, Rest in Paradise with thee. Topics: The Christian Year Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: OMNI DEI

The day draws on with golden light

Author: T. A. Lacey, 1853-1931 Hymnal: NEH1985 #100a (1986) Lyrics: 1 The day draws on with golden light, Glad songs go echoing through the height, The broad earth lifts an answering cheer, And hell makes moan with wailing fear. 2 For lo, he comes, the mighty King, To take from death his power and sting, To trample down his gloomy reign, And break the weary prisoner’s chain. 3 Enclosed he lay in rocky cell, With guard of armèd sentinel; But thence returning, strong and free, He comes in might of victory. 4 The sad Apostles mourn him slain, Nor hope to see their Lord again, When, to their very eyes restored, They look upon the risen Lord. 5 *Those wounds before their eyes displayed They see in heavenly light arrayed, And what they see they testify In open witness fearlessly. 6 *O Christ, the King of gentleness, Thy people's hearts do thou possess, That we may render all our days An endless sacrifice of praise. 7 Maker of all, to thee we pray, Fulfil in us thy joy today; When death assails, grant, Lord, that we May share thy Paschal victory. 8 To thee who, dead, again dost live, All glory, Lord, thy people give, All glory to the Father be And Spirit blest, eternally. Amen. Topics: The Christian Year Eastertide; Office Hymn Languages: English Tune Title: AURORA LUCIS

The day draws on with golden light

Author: T. A. Lacey, 1853-1931 Hymnal: NEH1985 #100b (1986) Lyrics: 1 The day draws on with golden light, Glad songs go echoing through the height, The broad earth lifts an answering cheer, And hell makes moan with wailing fear. 2 For lo, he comes, the mighty King, To take from death his power and sting, To trample down his gloomy reign, And break the weary prisoner’s chain. 3 Enclosed he lay in rocky cell, With guard of armèd sentinel; But thence returning, strong and free, He comes in might of victory. 4 The sad Apostles mourn him slain, Nor hope to see their Lord again, When, to their very eyes restored, They look upon the risen Lord. 5 *Those wounds before their eyes displayed They see in heavenly light arrayed, And what they see they testify In open witness fearlessly. 6 *O Christ, the King of gentleness, Thy people's hearts do thou possess, That we may render all our days An endless sacrifice of praise. 7 Maker of all, to thee we pray, Fulfil in us thy joy today; When death assails, grant, Lord, that we May share thy Paschal victory. 8 To thee who, dead, again dost live, All glory, Lord, thy people give, All glory to the Father be And Spirit blest, eternally. Amen. Topics: The Christian Year Eastertide; Office Hymn Tune Title: RESURREXIT