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Breast the wave, Christian

Author: J. Stammers Hymnal: HPEC1917 #656a (1898) Meter: 5.5.5.5.6.5.6.5 Topics: Parochial Missions; Progress Tune Title: FORTITUDE

Breast the wave, Christian

Author: J. Stammers Hymnal: HPEC1917 #656b (1898) Meter: 5.5.5.5.6.5.6.5 Topics: Parochial Missions; Progress Tune Title: TENBURY

Jesu still lead on

Author: J. Borthwick Hymnal: HPEC1917 #420a (1898) Meter: 5.5.8.8.5.5 Topics: The Old Year; Doubt; Guidance; Lent; Old Year; Processionals General Tune Title: ST. HUBERT

Jesu still lead on

Author: J. Borthwick Hymnal: HPEC1917 #420b (1898) Meter: 5.5.8.8.5.5 Topics: The Old Year; Doubt; Guidance; Lent; Old Year; Processionals General Tune Title: FATHERLAND

Author: E. Monroe Hymnal: HPEC1917 #106a (1898) Meter: 6.4.6.3 Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION 1 In His own raiment clad, With His blood dyed; Women walk sorrowing By His side. 2 [Heavy that cross to Him, Weary the weight; One who will help Him waits At the gate. 3 See! they are travelling On the same road; Simon is sharing with Him the load.] 4 Oh, whither wandering Bear they that tree? He that first carries it Who is He? II - THE ANSWER 5 Follow to Calvary; Tread where He trod, He Who forever was Son of God. 6 [You who would love Him stand Gaze at His face: Tarry awhile on your Earthly race. 7 As the swift moments fly Through the blest week, Read the great story the Cross will teach.] 8 Is there no beauty to You who pass by, In that lone figure which Marks that sky? III - THE STORY OF THE CROSS 9 On the cross lifted Thy face we scan, Bearing that cross for us, Son of Man. 10 Thorns form Thy diadem, Rough wood Thy throne; For us Thy blood is shed, Us alone. 11 No pillow under Thee To rest Thy head; Only the splintered cross Is Thy bed. 12 [Nails pierced Thy hands and feet, Thy side the spear; No voice is nigh to say Help is near. 13 Shadows of midnight fall, Though it is day: Thy friends and kinfolk stand Far away. 14 Loud is Thy bitter cry; Sunk on Thy breast Hangeth Thy bleeding head Without rest. 15 Loud scoffs the dying thief, Who mocks at Thee: Can it, my Saviour, be All for me? 16 Gazing, afar from Thee, Silent and lone, Stand those few weepers Thou Callest Thine own. 17 I see Thy title, Lord, Inscribed above; "Jesus of Nazareth," King of Love.] 18 What, O my Saviour, Here didst Thou see, Which made Thee suffer and Die for me? IV - THE APPEAL FROM THE CROSS 19 [Child of My grief and pain, Watched by My love; I came to call thee to Realms above. 20 I saw thee wandering Far off from Me: In love I seek for thee; Do not flee. 21 For thee My blood I shed, For thee alone; I came to purchase thee, For Mine own. 22 Weep thou not for My grief, Child of My love; Strive to be with Me in Heaven above.] V - OUR CRY TO JESUS 23 Oh, I will follow Thee, Star of my soul, Through the deep shades of life To the goal. 24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne Each day be me; Mind not how heavy, if But with Thee. 25 Lord, if Thou only wilt, Make us Thine own, Give no companion, save Thee alone. 26 Grant through each day of life To stand by Thee; With Thee, when morning breaks Ever to be. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: CRUX

In His own raiment clad

Author: E. Monroe Hymnal: HPEC1917 #106b (1898) Meter: 6.4.6.3 Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION 1 In His own raiment clad, With His blood dyed; Women walk sorrowing By His side. 2 [Heavy that cross to Him, Weary the weight; One who will help Him waits At the gate. 3 See! they are travelling On the same road; Simon is sharing with Him the load.] 4 Oh, whither wandering Bear they that tree? He that first carries it Who is He? II - THE ANSWER 5 Follow to Calvary; Tread where He trod, He Who forever was Son of God. 6 [You who would love Him stand Gaze at His face: Tarry awhile on your Earthly race. 7 As the swift moments fly Through the blest week, Read the great story the Cross will teach.] 8 Is there no beauty to You who pass by, In that lone figure which Marks that sky? III - THE STORY OF THE CROSS 9 On the cross lifted Thy face we scan, Bearing that cross for us, Son of Man. 10 Thorns form Thy diadem, Rough wood Thy throne; For us Thy blood is shed, Us alone. 11 No pillow under Thee To rest Thy head; Only the splintered cross Is Thy bed. 12 [Nails pierced Thy hands and feet, Thy side the spear; No voice is nigh to say Help is near. 13 Shadows of midnight fall, Though it is day: Thy friends and kinfolk stand Far away. 14 Loud is Thy bitter cry; Sunk on Thy breast Hangeth Thy bleeding head Without rest. 15 Loud scoffs the dying thief, Who mocks at Thee: Can it, my Saviour, be All for me? 16 Gazing, afar from Thee, Silent and lone, Stand those few weepers Thou Callest Thine own. 17 I see Thy title, Lord, Inscribed above; "Jesus of Nazareth," King of Love.] 18 What, O my Saviour, Here didst Thou see, Which made Thee suffer and Die for me? IV - THE APPEAL FROM THE CROSS 19 [Child of My grief and pain, Watched by My love; I came to call thee to Realms above. 20 I saw thee wandering Far off from Me: In love I seek for thee; Do not flee. 21 For thee My blood I shed, For thee alone; I came to purchase thee, For Mine own. 22 Weep thou not for My grief, Child of My love; Strive to be with Me in Heaven above.] V - OUR CRY TO JESUS 23 Oh, I will follow Thee, Star of my soul, Through the deep shades of life To the goal. 24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne Each day be me; Mind not how heavy, if But with Thee. 25 Lord, if Thou only wilt, Make us Thine own, Give no companion, save Thee alone. 26 Grant through each day of life To stand by Thee; With Thee, when morning breaks Ever to be. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Tune Title: CALVARY

Nearer, my God, to Thee

Author: S. Adams Hymnal: HPEC1917 #344a (1898) Meter: 6.4.6.4.6.6.4 Lyrics: 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee, E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 2 Though like A wanderer, Weary and lone, Darkness comes over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let my way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given: Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Altars I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Amen. Topics: General; General; Aspiration; Confirmation; Consecration; Fellowship with God; Lent; Parochial Missions Languages: English Tune Title: BETHANY