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O Bleeding Head, and wounded

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #201 (1918) Meter: 7.6.8.1 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 Savior, 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. Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee. Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Enslaved by sin, and bound in chains

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #202 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Enslaved by sin, and bound in chains, Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, And doomed to everlasting pains, We wretched, guilty captives lay. 2 Nor gold nor gems could buy our peace, Nor the whole world’s collected store Suffice to purchase our release; A thousand worlds were all too poor. 3 Jesus, the Lord, the mighty God, An all-sufficient ransom paid: O matchless price! His precious blood For vile, rebellious traitors shed. 4 Jesus the sacrifice became To rescue guilty souls from hell; The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb, Beneath avenging justice fell. 5 Amazing goodness! love divine! O may our grateful hearts adore The matchless grace; nor yield to sin, Nor wear its cruel fetters more! Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

O Lamb of God most holy

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #203 (1918) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.8 Lyrics: 1 O Lamb of God most holy, Upon the cursed tree slain; E'er patient, meek and lowly, Though heaped with hate and disdain, All sins Thou borest for us, Else had despair reigned o'er us, Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 2 O Lamb of God, most holy, Upon the cursed tree slain; E'er patient, meek and lowly, Though heaped with hate and disdain, All sins Thou borest for us, Else had despair reigned o'er us, Have mercy on us, O Jesus! 3 O Lamb of God, most holy, Upon the cursed tree slain; E'er patient, meek and lowly, Though heaped with hate and disdain, All sins Thou borest for us, Else had despair reigned o'er us, Thy peace be with us, O Jesus! Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

When I survey the wondrous cross

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #204 (1918) 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 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. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

See, world, thy Life assailèd

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #205 (1918) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Lyrics: 1 See, world, thy Life assailèd, On the accursed tree nailèd; Thy Savior 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 Savior, what dejects Thee And causeth all Thy woe? Sin Thou committedst 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 with afflictions' scourging 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 Savior, 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 of Christ Languages: English

Thy soul, O Jesus, hallow me

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #206 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thy soul, O Jesus, hallow me, Thy Spirit steep me all in Thee, Thy body, pierced by ruthless steel, My wretched soul and body heal. 2 The water from Thy side that poured For me a cleansing bath afford, And all Thy blood, with life divine, Revive this weakened heart of mine. 3 The sweat of death upon Thy face Deliver me from death's embrace, And all Thy passion, cross, and pain, With strength my feebleness sustain. 4 O Christ, turn not away from me, Receive and hide me all in Thee, Within Thy holy wounds inclose, And keep me safe from all my foes. 5 In death's dark hour with me abide, And place me, Savior, at Thy side, Where with Thy saints I shall adore And praise Thee, Lord, forevermore. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Sev'n times our blessed Savior spoke

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #207 (1918) Meter: 8.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Sev'n times our blessed Savior 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, for we, too, have Through ignorance offended. 3 Now to the contrite thief He cries: "Thou, verily, in Paradise Shalt meet me ere tomorrow:" 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!" Provide, O Lord, for those we leave, Let each befriend the other. 5 The Savior's fourth word was, "I thirst!" O mighty Prince of Life, Thy thirst For us and our salvation Is truly great: do help us then That we escape damnation. 6 The fifth, "My God, my God, O why Forsake me?" Hark, the awful cry! Lord, Thou wast here forsaken, That we might be received on high; Let this hope not be shaken. 7 The sixth, when victory was won, "'Tis finished!" for Thy work was done. Grant, Lord, that onward pressing We may the work Thou dost impose Fulfill with Thine own blessing. 8 The last, as woe and sufferings end, "O God my Father, I commend Into Thy hands my spirit:" Be this, dear Lord, my dying wish; O heavenly Father, hear it. 9 Whoe'er, by sense of sin oppressed, Upon these words his thoughts will rest, He joy and hope obtaineth, And, through God's love and boundless grace, A peaceful conscience gaineth. 10 O Jesus Christ, Thou Crucified, Who hast for our offenses died, Grant that we e'er may ponder Thy wounds, Thy cross, Thy bitter death, Both here below and yonder. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Glory be to Jesus

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #208 (1918) Meter: 6.5.6.5 Lyrics: 1 Glory be to Jesus, Who, in bitter pains, Poured for me the lifeblood From His sacred veins! 2 Grace and life eternal In that blood I find; Blest be His compassion, Infinitely kind! 3 Blest through endless ages Be the precious stream Which from endless torments Did the world redeem! 4 Abel’s blood for vengeance Pleaded to the skies; But the blood of Jesus For our pardon cries! 5 Oft as earth exulting Wafts its praise on high, Angel hosts rejoicing Make their glad reply. 6 Lift we then our voices, Swell the mighty flood; Louder still, and louder, Praise the precious blood! Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Stricken, smitten and afflicted

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #209 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.1 Lyrics: 1 Stricken, smitten and afflicted, See Him dying on the tree! 'Tis the Christ by man rejected; Yes, my soul, 'tis He, 'tis He! 'Tis the long expected Prophet, David's Son, yet David's Lord; Proofs I see sufficient of it: 'Tis the true and faithful Word. 2 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, Was there ever grief like His? Friends through fear His cause disowning, Foes insulting His distress; Many hands were raised to wound Him, None would interpose to save; But the deepest stroke that pierced Him Was the stroke that Justice gave. 3 Ye who think of sin but lightly, Nor suppose the evil great, Here may view its nature rightly, Here its guilt may estimate. Mark the Sacrifice appointed! See who bears the awful load; 'Tis the Word, the Lord's ANOINTED, Son of man, and Son of God. 4 Here we have a firm foundation; Here the refuge of the lost; Christ's the Rock of our salvation: His the name of which we boast; Lamb of God, for sinners wounded! Sacrifice to cancel guilt! None shall ever be confounded Who on Him their hope have built. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English

Jesus, Refuge of the weary

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #210 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.1 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Refuge of the weary, Object of the spirit's love, Fountain in life's desert dreary, Savior from the world above; O how oft Thine eyes offended, Gazed upon the sinner's fall! Yet upon the cross extended Thou didst bear the pain of all. 2 Do we pass that cross unheeding, Breathing no repentant vow, Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding, See Thy thorn-encircled brow? Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us Life eternal, peace and rest; Only what Thy grace hath taught us Calms the sinner's stormy breast. 3 Jesus, may our hearts be burning With more fervent love for Thee; May our eyes be ever turning To Thy cross of agony; Till in glory, parted never From the blessed Savior's side, Graven in our hearts forever, Dwell the cross, the Crucified. Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English