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O thou who through this holy week

Author: John Mason Neale Hymnal: Church Book #167 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Passion Week; Passion Week 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 Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, By men on earth be honor done, And by the heavenly host. Languages: English Tune Title: DUNDEE

O what precious balm and healing

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; J. Heermann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #297 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Lent and Passion Week; The Church Year Lent and Passion Week Lyrics: 1 O what precious balm and healing, Jesus, in Thy wounds I find! Every hour that I am feeling Pains of body and of mind; Should some evil thought rush in, And provoke my soul to sin, Thoughts of Thy deep wounds, from sinning Keep me in its first beginning. 2 Should some lust or sharp temptation Prove too strong for flesh and blood, Lo! I think upon Thy passion, And the breach is soon made good: Or should Satan press me hard, Thinking I am off my guard, Christ, I say, for me was wounded, And the tempter flees confounded. 3 If the world my heart entices On the broad and easy road, And doth by its gay devices Silence every thought of God, When the heavy load I see Which, dear Lord, was laid on Thee, I can still each wild emotion, Calm and blest in my devotion. 4 Yes, whate'er may pain or grieve me, Thy dear wounds can make me whole; When my heart sinks, they revive me, Life pours in upon my soul: May Thy comfort render sweet Every bitter cup I meet; Thou who by Thy death and passion Hast procured my soul's salvation. 5 Lord, on Thee alone I stay me, Safely hid beneath Thy wing; Death can neither hurt nor slay me, Thy death took away his sting: That I may in Thee have part, Comfort, strengthen, heal my heart; Light, and life, and love bestowing, All from Thy free mercy flowing. 6 Well of life, if Thou art nigh me, Springing deep within my heart, When the last dread hour shall try me, I can feel no inward smart: If I hide myself in Thee, Not a foe can injure me; He shall overcome who hideth In Thy wounds, and there abideth. Tune Title: [O what precious balm and healing]

O Thou Who Through This Holy Week

Author: John Mason Neale, 1818-1866 Hymnal: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #118 (1969) Topics: The Church Year Passion Week Languages: English Tune Title: WINCHESTER OLD

Suffering Son of man, be near me

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #171 (1890) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Passion Week; Passion Week Lyrics: 1 Suffering Son of man, be near me, In my sufferings to sustain; By Thy sorer griefs to cheer me, By Thy more than mortal pain. 2 Call to mind that unknown anguish, In Thy days of flesh below, When Thy troubled soul did languish Under a whole world of woe. 3 By Thy most severe temptation In that dark Satanic hour; By thy last mysterious Passion, Screen me from the adverse power. Languages: English Tune Title: GETHSEMANE

Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended

Author: J. Heermann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #300 (1913) Meter: 11.11.11.5 Topics: The Church Year Lent and Passion Week; The Church Year Lent and Passion Week Lyrics: 1 Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended, That man to judge Thee hath in hate pretended? By foes derided, by Thine own rejected, O most afflicted! 2 Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon Thee? Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee! ’Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied Thee: I crucified Thee. 3 Lo, the good Shepherd for the sheep is offered; The slave hath sinnéd, and the Son hath suffered; For man’s atonement, while he nothing heedeth, God intercedeth. 4 For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation, Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life’s oblation; Thy death of anguish and Thy bitter passion, For my salvation. 5 Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee, I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee: Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving, Not my deserving. Tune Title: [Ah, holy Jesus, host Thou offended]

Over Kedron Jesus treadeth

Author: Thomas Kingo Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #302 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Lent and Passion Week; The Church Year Lent and Passion Week Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Every human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus, blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father!" And the angels round Him gather. 4 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat, From His anguished frame distilling-- World's redemption thus fulfilling! 5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood, thus freely given, Makes my soul the heir of heaven. 6 When as flowers themselves I wither When I droop and fade life grass When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of triumph! pledge of heaven! Tune Title: [Over Kedron Jesus treadeth]

Jesus, name all names above

Author: Theoctistus of the Studium Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #307 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6.8.8.7.7 Topics: The Church Year Lent and Passion Week; The Church Year Lent and Passion Week Lyrics: 1 Jesus, name all names above, Jesus, best and dearest, Jesus, fount of perfect love, Holiest, tenderest, nearest; Jesus, source of grace completest, Jesus, purest, Jesus sweetest, Jesus, well of power divine, Make me, keep me, seal me Thine! 2 Jesus, open me the gate, That the robber entered, Who in that most lost estate Wholly on Thee ventured. Thou whose wounds are ever pleading, And Thy passion interceding, From my misery let me rise To a home in Paradise! 3 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me, Scourged for my transgression! Witnessing, through agony, That Thy good confession; Jesus, clad in purple raiment, For my evil making payment: Let not all Thy woe and pain, Let not Calvary, be in vain! 4 When I cross death’s bitter sea, And its waves roll higher, Help the more forsaking me, As the storm draws nigher: Jesus, leave me not to languish Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish. Tell me, "Verily, I say, Thou shalt be with Me today." Tune Title: [Jesus, name all names above]

O thou who through this holy week

Author: Rev. John Mason Nealse, 1818-1866; John Mason Neale Hymnal: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #218 (1920) Topics: Passion Week Languages: English Tune Title: SAWLEY

Lord, Thy Death and Passion give

Author: Miss Winkworth; John Heermann Hymnal: Church Book #177 (1890) Topics: Passion Week Lyrics: 1 Lord, Thy Death and Passion give Strength and comfort at my need. Every hour while here I live On Thy love my soul shall feed. Thou didst oncecfor me endure, And I fly all thoughts impure; Thinking on Thy bitter pains, Hushed in prayer my heart remains. 2 Yes, Thy Cross hath power to heal All the wounds of sin and strife. Lost in Thee, my heart doth feel Sudden warmth and nobler life, In my saddest, darkest grief, Let Thy sweetness bring relief. Thou who camest but to save, Thou who fearest not the grave! 3 Lord, in Thee I place my trust, Thou art my Defence and Tower; Death Thou treadest in the dust, O'er my soul he hath no power. That I may have part in Thee, Help and save and comfort me; Give me of Thy grace and might, Resurrection, life, and light! 4 Fount of good, within me dwell! For the peace Thy presence sheds Keeps us safe in conflict fell, Charms the pain from dying beds. Hide me safe within Thine arm, Where no foe can hurt or harm; Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest, He hath conquered, he is blest. Languages: English Tune Title: MISERERE

Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Author: Henry Hart Milman Hymnal: Church Book #168 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passion Week Palm Sunday; Passion Week Lyrics: 1 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. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! The angel armies of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching Sacrifice. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strive is nigh; The Father on His sapphire throne Expects His own anointed Son. 4 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. Languages: English Tune Title: ADELAIDE