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Christian! dost thou see them

Author: J. M. Neale; St. Andrew of Crete Hymnal: HPEC1917 #81a (1898) Meter: 6.5.6.5 D Lyrics: 1 Christian! dost thou see them On the holy ground, How the powers of darkness Rage thy steps around? Christian! up and smite them, Counting gain but loss; In the strength that cometh By the holy cross. 2 Christian! dost thou feel them, How they work within, Striving, tempting, luring, Goading into sin? Christian! never tremble; Never be downcast; Gird thee for the battle, Watch and pray and fast. 3 Christian! dost thou hear them, How they speak thee fair? "Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?" Christian! answer boldly: "While I breathe I pray!" Peace shall follow battle, Night shall end in day. 4 "Well I know thy trouble, O my servant true; Thou art very weary, I was weary too; But that toil shall make thee Some day all Mine own, And the end of sorrow Shall be near my throne." Amen. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ANDREW OF CRETE

Christian! dost thou see them

Author: St. Andrew of Crete; J. M. Neale Hymnal: HPEC1917 #81b (1898) Meter: 6.5.6.5 D Topics: Lent Tune Title: HOLY WAR

Weary of earth, and laden with my sin

Author: S. J. Stone Hymnal: HPEC1917 #82 (1898) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Weary of earth, and laden with my sin, I look to heaven and long to enter in: But there no evil thing may find a home; And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come." 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near. 3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, Evil is ever with me day be day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all." 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear; His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne. 5 'Twas He Who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give. 6 O great Absolve, grant my soul may wear The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer, That in the Father's courts my glorious dress May be the garment of Thy righteousness. 7 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord; Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown; Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions; Penitence Languages: English Tune Title: LANGRAN

Weary of wandering from my God

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: HPEC1917 #83 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Weary of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return, I hear and bow me to the rod; For Thee, not without hope, I mourn: I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of love. 2 O Jesu, full of pardoning grace, More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek Thy face: Open Thine arms and take me in; And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still. 3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore; Oh, for Thy truth and mercy's sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more: The ruins of my soul repair, And make my heart a house of prayer. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions Languages: English Tune Title: WAVERTREE

O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend

Author: C. Elliott Hymnal: HPEC1917 #84 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Thou, the contrite sinners' friend, Who, loving, lov'st them to the end; On this alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me. 2 When, weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, Then, Saviour, plead for me. 3 When I have erred and gone astray Afar from Thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding way, Still, Saviour, plead for me. 4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, oh, plead for me! 5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with sorrow, pain, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions; Trust Languages: English Tune Title: TIDESWELL

O Jesu, Saviour of the lost

Author: E. H. Bickersteth Hymnal: HPEC1917 #85 (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Jesu, Saviour of the lost, My rock and hiding place, By storms of sin and sorrow tost, I seek Thy sheltering grace. 2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry; Pursued by foes I come; A sinner, save me, or I die; An outcast, take me home. 3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms, Let storms come on amain; There danger never, never harms; There death itself is gain. 4 And when I stand before Thy throne, And all Thy glories see, Still be my righteousness alone To hide myself in Thee. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions; Penitence Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYRDOM

O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry

Author: I. Watts Hymnal: HPEC1917 #86 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my sins before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from Thy Book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse from sin: Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without Thy light, Cast out and banished from Thy sight: Thy holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 5 Oh may Thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song: And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness. Amen. Topics: Lent; Lent; Parochial Missions; Penitence Languages: English Tune Title: HUMILITY

With broken heart and contrite sigh

Author: C. Elven Hymnal: HPEC1917 #87a (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 With broken heart and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry: Thy pardoning grace is rich and free: O God, be merciful to me. 2 I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscience guilt oppressed; Christ and His cross my only plea: O God, be merciful to me. 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies; But Thou dost all my anguish see: O God, be merciful to me. 4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone; To Calvary alone I flee: O God, be merciful to me. 5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be, God has been merciful to me. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions; Penitence Languages: English Tune Title: PENITENCE

With broken heart and contrite sigh

Author: C. Elven Hymnal: HPEC1917 #87b (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 With broken heart and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry: Thy pardoning grace is rich and free: O God, be merciful to me. 2 I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscience guilt oppressed; Christ and His cross my only plea: O God, be merciful to me. 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies; But Thou dost all my anguish see: O God, be merciful to me. 4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone; To Calvary alone I flee: O God, be merciful to me. 5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be, God has been merciful to me. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions; Penitence Tune Title: ZEPHYR

Lord, in this Thy mercy's day

Author: I. Williams Hymnal: HPEC1917 #88a (1898) Meter: 7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day, Ere the time shall pass away, On our knees we fall and pray. 2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears, Fill us with heart-searching fears, Ere that day of doom appears. 3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly at Thy door, Ere it closes evermore. 4 By Thy night of agony, By Thy supplicating cry, By Thy willingness to die, 5 By Thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below, Let us not Thy love forego. 6 Judge and Saviour of our race, Grant us, when we see Thy face, With Thy ransomed ones a place. 7 On Thy love we rest alone, And that love shall then be known By the pardoned, round Thy throne. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PHILIP

Lord, in this Thy mercy's day

Author: I. Williams Hymnal: HPEC1917 #88b (1898) Meter: 7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day, Ere the time shall pass away, On our knees we fall and pray. 2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears, Fill us with heart-searching fears, Ere that day of doom appears. 3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly at Thy door, Ere it closes evermore. 4 By Thy night of agony, By Thy supplicating cry, By Thy willingness to die, 5 By Thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below, Let us not Thy love forego. 6 Judge and Saviour of our race, Grant us, when we see Thy face, With Thy ransomed ones a place. 7 On Thy love we rest alone, And that love shall then be known By the pardoned, round Thy throne. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions Tune Title: HOLY CROSS

Saviour! when in dust to Thee

Author: R. Grant Hymnal: HPEC1917 #89a (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 1 Saviour! when in dust to Thee Low we bow th'adoring knee. When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, Oh! 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 sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread permitted hour Of the mighty tempter's power: Turn, oh turn a favoring eye, Hear our solemn litany! 3 By the sacred grief that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within Thy fold; From Thy seat above the sky, Hear our solemn litany! 4 By the burden Thou didst bear, 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! 5 By Thy deep expiring groan; By the sealed sepulchral stone; By the vault, whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God: Oh, from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, re-ascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry, Of our solemn litany! Amen. Topics: Penitence Languages: English Tune Title: SPANISH CHANT

Saviour! when in dust to Thee

Author: R. Grant Hymnal: HPEC1917 #89b (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Penitence Tune Title: HERVEY

All glory, laud, and honor

Author: J. M. Neale; St. Theodulph Hymnal: HPEC1917 #90 (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 with refrain First Line: All glory, laud, and honor Lyrics: 1 All glory, laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 2 Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest, The King and blessèd One. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 3 The company of angels Are praising Thee on high; And mortal men, and all things Created, make reply. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 4 The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went: Our prayers and praise and anthems Before Thee we present. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 5 To Thee before Thy Passion They sang their hymns of praise: To Thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 6 Thou didst accept their praises; Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King. All glory laud, and honor, To Thee, Redeemer, King! To Whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. Amen. Topics: Holy Week; Processionals Lent Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THEODULPH

Ride on! ride on in majesty!

Author: H. H. Milman Hymnal: HPEC1917 #91 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry; O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die: O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! The angel armies of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strive is nigh; The Father on His sapphire throne Expects His own anointed Son. 5 Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die; Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, Then take, O God, Thy power and reign. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: ST. DROSTANE

O Thou, Who through this holy week

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: HPEC1917 #92 (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Thou, Who through this holy week Didst suffer for us all; The sick to heal, the lost to seek, To raise up them that fall: 2 We cannot understand the woe Thy love was pleased to bear: O Lamb of God, we only know That all our hopes are there. 3 Thy feet the path of suffering trod, Thy hand the victory won: What shall we render to our God For all that He hath done? 4 To God, the blessèd Three in One, All praise and glory be: Crown, Lord, Thy servants who have won The victory through Thee. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: SAWLEY

Go to dark Gethsemane

Author: J. Montgomery Hymnal: HPEC1917 #93 (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with Him one bitter hour; Turn not from His griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall; View the Lord of life arraigned; Oh the wormwood and the gall! Oh the pangs His soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of Him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at His feet, Mark the miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete; "It is finished!" hear Him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD NO. 76

The royal banners forward go

Author: J. M. Neale; V. Fortunatus Hymnal: HPEC1917 #94 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 The royal banners forward go, The cross shines forth in mystic glow; Where He in flesh, our flesh Who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid. 2 There whilst He hung, His sacred side By soldier's spear was opened wide, To cleanse us in the precious flood Of water mingled with His blood. 3 Fulfilled is now what David told In true prophetic song of old, How God the heathen's King should be; For God is reigning from the tree. 4 O tree of glory, tree most fair, Ordained those holy limbs to bear, How bright in purple robe it stood, The purple of a Saviour's blood! 5 Upon its arms, like balance true, He weighed the price for sinners due, The price which none but He could pay, And spoiled the spoiler of his prey. 6 To Thee, eternal Three in One, Let homage meet by all be done: As by the cross Thou dost restore, So rule and guide us evermore. Amen. Topics: Holy Week; Processionals Lent Languages: English Tune Title: VEXILLA REGIS

Lord Jesus! when we stand afar

Author: W. W. How Hymnal: HPEC1917 #95 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus! when we stand afar, And gaze upon Thy holy cross, In love of Thee, and scorn of self, Oh, may we count the world as loss! 2 When we behold Thy bleeding wounds, And the rough way that Thou hast trod, Make us to hate the load of sin That lay so heavy on our God. 3 O holy Lord, uplifted high, With outstretched arms, in mortal woe Embracing in Thy wondrous love The sinful world that lies below; 4 Give us an ever-living faith To gaze beyond the things we see: And in the mystery of Thy death Draw us and all men unto Thee. Amen. Topics: Faith; Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: EDEN

Behold the Lamb of God!

Author: M. Bridges Hymnal: HPEC1917 #96a (1898) Meter: 6.6.6.4.8.8.4 Lyrics: 1 Behold the Lamb of God! O Thou for sinners slain, Let it not be in vain That Thou hast died: Thee for my Saviour let me take, My only refuge let me make Thy piercèd side. 2 Behold the Lamb of God! Into the sacred flood Of Thy most precious blood My soul I cast: Wash me and make me clean within, And keep me pure from every sin, Till life be past. 3 Behold the Lamb of God! All hail, Incarnate Word, Thou everlasting Lord, Saviour most blest; Fill us with love that never faints, Grant us with all Thy blessèd saints, Eternal rest. 4 Behold the Lamb of God! Worthy is He alone, That sitteth on the throne Of God above; One with the Ancient of all days, One with the Comforter in praise, All light and love. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. JOHN

Behold the Lamb of God!

Author: M. Bridges Hymnal: HPEC1917 #96b (1898) Meter: 6.6.6.4.8.8.4 Tune Title: ECCE AGNUS

See the destined day arise!

Author: V. Fortunatus; R. Mant Hymnal: HPEC1917 #97 (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 See the destined day arise! See a willing sacrifice! Jesus, to redeem our loss, Hangs upon the shameful cross. 2 Jesus, who but Thou had borne, Lifted on that tree of scorn, Every pang and bitter throe, Finishing Thy life of woe? 3 Who but Thou had dared to drain Steeped in gall the cup of pain, And with tender body bear Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear? 4 Thence the cleansing water flowed, Mingled from Thy side with blood; Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finished sacrifice. 5 Holy Jesu, grant us grace In that sacrifice to place All our trust for life renewed, Pardoned sin and promised good. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD NO. 47

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's battle

Author: V. Fortunatus; E. Caswall Hymnal: HPEC1917 #98 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's battle, Tell His triumph far and wide; Tell aloud the wondrous story Of His Body crucified; How upon the cross a victim, Vanquishing in death, He died. 2 Eating of the tree forbidden, Man had sunk in Satan's snare, When our pitying Creator Did this second tree prepare, Destined many ages later, That first evil to repair. 3 So, when now at length the fullness Of the time foretold drew nigh, God the Son, the world's Creator, Let His Father's throne on high, From the Virgin's womb appearing Clothed in our humanity. 4 Thus did Christ to perfect manhood In our mortal flesh attain; Then of His free choice He goeth To a death of bitter pain; He, the Lamb upon the altar Of the cross, for us was slain. 5 Lo, with gall His thirst He quenches, See the thorns upon His brow; Nails His tender flesh are rending; See, His side is piercèd now; Whence, to cleanse the whole creation, Streams of blood and water flow. 6 Christ, to Thee with God the Father, And, O Holy Ghost, to Thee, Hymn and chant and high thanksgiving, And unwearied praises be; Honor, glory, and dominion, And eternal victory. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: PANGE LINGUA

Now, my soul, thy voice upraising

Author: C. de Santeuil; H. W. Baker Hymnal: HPEC1917 #99 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 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 present healing, And at length our great reward; So a ransomed world shall ever Praise Thee, its redeeming Lord. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: MARGARET STREET

We sing the praise of Him who died

Author: T. Kelly Hymnal: HPEC1917 #100 (1898) 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 every 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. Amen. Topics: Holy Week; Love Of God Languages: English Tune Title: BRESLAU

When I survey the wondrous cross

Author: I Watts Hymnal: HPEC1917 #101 (1898) 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 cross 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 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Amen. Topics: Consecration; Holy Week; Love Of God; Parochial Missions Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM

O Sacred Head surrounded

Author: H. W. Baker; St. Bernard Hymnal: HPEC1917 #102a (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 O Sacred Head surrounded By crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding Head, so wounded, Reviled and put to scorn! Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee, The glow of life decays, Yet angel-hosts adore Thee, And tremble as they gaze. 2 I see Thy strength and vigor, All fading in the strife, And death with cruel rigor, Bereaving Thee of life; O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesu, all grace supplying, Oh, turn Thy face on me. 3 In this, Thy bitter Passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be: Beneath Thy cross abiding Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest. 4 Be near when I am dying; Oh, show Thy cross to me: And to my succor flying, Come, Lord, and set me free. These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move; For he, who dies believing, Dies safely through Thy love. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE

O Sacred Head surrounded

Author: St. Bernard; H. W. Baker Hymnal: HPEC1917 #102b (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 O Sacred Head surrounded By crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding Head, so wounded, Reviled and put to scorn! Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee, The glow of life decays, Yet angel-hosts adore Thee, And tremble as they gaze. 2 I see Thy strength and vigor, All fading in the strife, And death with cruel rigor, Bereaving Thee of life; O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesu, all grace supplying, Oh, turn Thy face on me. 3 In this, Thy bitter Passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be: Beneath Thy cross abiding Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest. 4 Be near when I am dying; Oh, show Thy cross to me: And to my succor flying, Come, Lord, and set me free. These eyes, new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move; For he, who dies believing, Dies safely through Thy love. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Tune Title: ST. CHRISTOPHER

At the cross her station keeping

Author: E. Caswall; R. Mant Hymnal: HPEC1917 #103a (1898) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd, Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish 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 sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER NO. 1

At the cross her station keeping

Author: E. Caswall; R. Mant Hymnal: HPEC1917 #103b (1898) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd, Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish 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 sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Tune Title: STABAT MATER NO. 2

At the cross her station keeping

Author: R. Mant; E. Caswall Hymnal: HPEC1917 #103c (1898) Meter: 8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd, Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish 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 sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Tune Title: STABAT MATER NO. 3

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing

Author: W. Shirley Hymnal: HPEC1917 #104 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: BATTY

Oh come and mourn with me awhile

Author: F. W. Faber Hymnal: HPEC1917 #105 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CROSS

In His own raiment clad

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

Resting from His work today

Author: F. Whytehead Hymnal: HPEC1917 #107 (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Resting from His work today, In the tomb the Saviour lay; Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the sealèd stone. 2 Late at even there was seen Watching long the Magdalene; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid. 3 So with Thee, till life shall end, I would solemn vigil spend: Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine, Where in pure embalmèd cell None but Thou may ever dwell. 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. Amen. Topics: Easter Even; Easter Even; Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD NO. 76

The grave itself a garden is

Author: C. Wordsworth Hymnal: HPEC1917 #108a (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The grave itself a garden is, Where loveliest flowers abound; Since Christ, our never-fading life, Sprang from that holy ground. 2 Oh, give us grace to die to sin, That we, O Lord, may have A holy, happy rest in Thee, A Sabbath in the grave. 3 Thou, Lord, baptized in Thine own blood, And buried in the grave, Didst raise Thyself to endless life, Omnipotent to save. 4 Baptized into Thy death we died, And buried were with Thee, That we might live with Thee to God, And ever blest might be. 5 Lord, through the grave and gate of death May we, with Thee, arise To an eternal Easter-Day, Of glory in the skies. Amen. Topics: Easter Even; Burial of the Dead; Easter Even; Burial of the Dead; Burial of the Dead; Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: DALEHURST

The grave itself a garden is

Author: C. Wordsworth Hymnal: HPEC1917 #108b (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Burial of the Dead; Holy Week Tune Title: BELMONT

"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say

Author: V. Fortuantus; J. Ellerton Hymnal: HPEC1917 #109b (1898) Meter: 11.11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1 "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say, Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day! Lo! the dead is living, God, forevermore! Him, their true Creator, all His works adore! "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say. 2 Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for spring, All fresh gifts returned with her returning King: Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough, Speak His sorrow ended, hail His triumph now. Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day. 3 Months in due succession, days of lengthening light, Hours and passing moments praise Thee in their flight; Brightness of the morning, sky and fields and sea, Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise to Thee! "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say. 4 Maker and Redeemer, life and health to all, Thou from heaven beholding human nature's fall, Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son, Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day. 5 Thou, of life the author, death didst undergo, Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show; Come then, True and Faithful, now fulfill Thy word; 'Tis Thine own third morning: rise, O buried Lord! "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say. 6 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain; All that now is fallen raise to life again; Show Thy face in brightness, bid the nations see; Bring again our daylight: day returns with Thee! Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day! Amen. Topics: Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Tune Title: FORTUNATUS

"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say

Author: V. Fortunatus; J. Ellerton Hymnal: HPEC1917 #109a (1898) Meter: 11.11.11.11 with refrain Topics: Eastertide; Eastertide; Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Languages: English Tune Title: WELCOME HAPPY MORNING

Come, ye faithful, raise the strain

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: HPEC1917 #110a (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness; God hath brought His Israel Into joy from sadness; Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters; Let them with unmoistened foot Through the Red Sea waters. 2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day; Christ hath burst His prison, And from three days' sleep in death As a sun hath risen; All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying From His Light, to Whom we give Laud and praise undying. 3 Now the Queen of seasons, bright With the day of splendor, With the royal feast of feasts, Comes its joy to render; Comes to glad Jerusalem, Who with true affection Welcomes in unwearied strains Jesus' resurrection. 4 Neither might the gates of death, Nor the tomb's dark portal, Nor the watchers, nor the seal, Hold Thee as a mortal: But to-day amidst Thine own Thou didst stand, bestowing That Thy peace which evermore Passeth human knowing. Amen. Topics: Eastertide; Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Languages: English Tune Title: ST. KEVIN

Come, ye faithful, raise the strain

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: HPEC1917 #110b (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness; God hath brought His Israel Into joy from sadness; Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters; Let them with unmoistened foot Through the Red Sea waters. 2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day; Christ hath burst His prison, And from three days' sleep in death As a sun hath risen; All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying From His Light, to Whom we give Laud and praise undying. 3 Now the Queen of seasons, bright With the day of splendor, With the royal feast of feasts, Comes its joy to render; Comes to glad Jerusalem, Who with true affection Welcomes in unwearied strains Jesus' resurrection. 4 Neither might the gates of death, Nor the tomb's dark portal, Nor the watchers, nor the seal, Hold Thee as a mortal: But to-day amidst Thine own Thou didst stand, bestowing That Thy peace which evermore Passeth human knowing. Amen. Topics: Eastertide; Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Tune Title: REX REGUM

Christ the Lord is risen to-day

Author: C. Wesly Hymnal: HPEC1917 #111a (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the victory won: Jesus' agony is o'er, Darkness veils the earth no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids Him rise, Christ hath opened Paradise. 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head; Made like Him, like Him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Amen. Topics: Eastertide; Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide; Eastertide Languages: English Tune Title: CLARION

Christ the Lord is risen to-day

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: HPEC1917 #111b (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Processionals Eastertide; Eastertide Tune Title: MOZART

Jesus Christ is risen to-day

Hymnal: HPEC1917 #112a (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 with alleluia Lyrics: 1 Jesus Christ is risen to-day, Alleluia! Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia! Who did once upon the cross Alleluia! Suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia! 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing Alleluia! Unto Christ our heavenly King, Alleluia! Who endured the cross and grave, Alleluia! Sinners to redeem and save. Alleluia! 3 But the pains which He endured, Alleluia! Our salvation have procured; Alleluia! Now above the sky He's King, Alleluia! Where the angels ever sing. Alleluia! 4 Sing we to our God above Alleluia! Praise eternal as His love; Alleluia! Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Alleluia! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Alleluia! Amen. Topics: Eastertide; Eastertide; Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Languages: English Tune Title: WORGAN

Jesus Christ is risen to-day

Hymnal: HPEC1917 #112b (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 with alleluia Topics: Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Tune Title: EASTER HYMN

Christ is risen! Christ is risen!

Author: A. T. Gurney Hymnal: HPEC1917 #113 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.5.7.5.8.7.8.7 Topics: Eastertide; Eastertide; Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Languages: English Tune Title: RESURREXIT

Christ, the Lord is risen again

Author: M. Weisse; C. Winkworth Hymnal: HPEC1917 #114a (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 with alleluia Lyrics: 1 Christ the Lord is risen again; Christ hath broken every chain; Hark, angelic voice cry, Singing ever more on high, Alleluia! 2 He Who gave for us His life, Who for us endured the strife, Is our Paschal Lamb to-day; We too sing for joy, and say Alleuia! 3 He Who bore all pain and loss Comfortless upon the cross, Lives in glory now on high, Pleads for us and hears our cry; Alleluia! 4 He Who slumbered in the grave Is exalted now to save; Now through Christendom it rings That the Lamb is King of kings. Alleluia! 5 Now he bids us tell abroad How the lost may be restored, How the penitent forgiven, How we too may enter heaven. Alleluia! 6 Thou, our Paschal Lamb indeed, Christ, Thy ransomed people feed: Take our sins and guilt away, Let us sing, by night and day, Alleluia! Amen. Topics: Eastertide; Eastertide; Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Languages: English Tune Title: WIRTEMBURG

Christ the Lord is risen again

Author: M. Weisse; C. Winkworth Hymnal: HPEC1917 #114b (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 with alleluia Topics: Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Languages: English Tune Title: LAETABUNDUS

The day of resurrection!

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: HPEC1917 #115b (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Lyrics: 1 The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad; The Passover of gladness, The Passover of God. From death to life eternal, From earth unto the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over With hymns of victory. 2 Our hearts be pure from evil, That we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal Of resurrection-light; And, listening to His accents, May hear so calm and plain His own "All hail," and hearing, May raise the victor strain. 3 Now let the heavens be joyful, Let earth her song begin, The round world keep high triumph, And all that is therein; Let all things seen and unseen Their notes together blend, For Christ the Lord is risen, Our joy that hath no end. Amen. Topics: Eastertide; Processionals Eastertide Tune Title: ALL HALLOW'S

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