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There is a green hill far away
Author: Cecil Frances Alexander Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #65b (1940) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: MEDITATION
There is a green hill far away
Beneath the cross of Jesus
Author: Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1830-1869 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #65 (2000) Meter: 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand,
the shadow of a mighty rock
within a weary land;
a home within the wilderness,
a rest upon the way,
from burning heart at noontide
and the burden of the day.
2 O safe and happy shelter!
O refuge tried and sweet!
O trysting place where heaven's love
and heaven's justice meet!
As to the holy patriarch
that wondrous dream was given,
so seems my Saviour's cross to me
a ladder up to heav'n.
3 There lies, beneath its shadow
but on the farther side,
the darkness of an awful grave
that gapes both deep and wide;
and there between us stands the cross,
two arms outstretched to save;
a watchman set to guard the way
from that eternal grave.
4 Upon that cross of Jesus
mine eyes at times can see
the very dying form of One
who suffered there for me;
and from my strikes heart, with tears,
two wonders I confess -
the wonders of redeeming love,
and my unworthiness.
5 I take, O cross, thy shadow
for my abiding place!
I ask no other sunshine than
the sunshine of his face;
content to let the world go by,
to reckon gain as loss -
my sinful self, my only shame,
my glory all - the cross. Scripture: Genesis 28:10-19 Languages: English Tune Title: ST CHRISTOPHER
Beneath the cross of Jesus
Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle
Author: J. M. Neale; Venantius Honorius Fortunatus Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #66 (1940) Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: PANGE LINGUA
Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle
See the destined day arise!
Author: Richard Mant; Venantius Honorius Fortunatus Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #67 (1940) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: HALLE
See the destined day arise!
Alone thou goest forth, O Lord
Author: F. Bland Tucker; Peter Abelard, 1079-1142 Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #68 (1940) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: BANGOR
Alone thou goest forth, O Lord
Drop, drop, slow tears And bathe those beauteous feet
Author: Phineas Fletcher Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #69 (1940) Meter: 10.10 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: SONG 46
Drop, drop, slow tears And bathe those beauteous feet
Go to dark Gethsemane
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #70 (1940) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: PETRA
Go to dark Gethsemane
Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended
Author: Robert Bridges; Johann Heermann Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #71a (1940) Meter: 11.11.11.5 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: HERZLIEBSTER JESU
Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended
Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended
Author: Robert Bridges; Johann Heermann Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #71b (1940) Meter: 11.11.11.5 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: ECCE JAM NOCTIS
Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Author: Walter Shirley; James Allen Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #72 (1940) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: BATTY
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
O thou, who through this holy week
Author: John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #73 (1940) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: WETHERBY
O thou, who through this holy week
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified
Author: Frederick William Faber Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #74 (1940) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide First Line: O come and mourn with me awhile Tune Title: ST. CROSS
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified
O sacred head, sore wounded
Author: Paulus Gerhardt; Robert Bridges Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #75 (1940) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O sacred head, sore wounded
At the cross her station keeping
Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #76a (1940) Meter: 8.8.7 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: MAINZ
At the cross her station keeping
At the cross her station keeping
Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #76b (1940) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the cross her station keeping
His are the thousand sparkling rills
Author: Cecil Frances Alexander Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #77 (1940) Meter: 8.8.8.6 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: ISLEWORTH
His are the thousand sparkling rills
It is finished! Christ hath known
Author: Gabriel Gillett Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #78 (1940) Meter: 7.8.8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: SEBASTIAN
It is finished! Christ hath known
Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle
Author: Venantius Fortunatus, 530-609; Percy Dearmer 1867-1936 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #78 (1986) Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle,
Sing the ending of the fray,
O'er the cross, the victor's trophy,
Sound the loud triumphant lay:
Tell how Christ, the world's Redeemer,
As a Victim won the day.
2 God in pity saw man fallen,
Shamed and sunk in misery,
When he fell on death by tasting
Fruit of the forbidden tree:
Then another tree was chosen
Which the world from death should free.
3 Therefore when the appointed fulness
Of the holy time was come,
He was sent who maketh all things
Forth from God's eternal home:
Thus he came to earth, incarnate,
Offspring of a maiden's womb.
4 Thirty years among us dwelling,
Now at length his hour fulfilled,
Born for this, he meets his Passion,
For that this he freely willed,
On the Cross the Lamb is lifted,
Where his life-blood shall be spilled.
5 To the Trinity be glory,
To the Father and the Son,
With the co-eternal Spirit,
Ever Three and ever One,
One in love and one in splendor,
While unending ages run. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PANGE LINGUA
Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle
When our heads are bowed with woe
Author: Henry Hart Milman Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #79 (1940) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: ST. PRISCA
When our heads are bowed with woe
The royal banners forward go
Author: Venantius Fortunatus, 530-609; J. M. Neale, 1818-66 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #79 (1986) Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide 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 Where deep for us the spear was dyed,
Life's torrent rushing from his side,
To wash us in that precious flood,
Where mingled water flowed, and blood.
3 Fulfilled is all that David told
In true prophetic song of old,
The universal Lord is he,
Who reigns and triumphs from the tree.
4 O Tree of beauty, Tree of light,
O Tree with royal purple dight,
Elect on whose triumphal breast
Those holy limbs should find their rest!
5 On whose dear arms, so widely flung,
The weight of this world's ransom hung,
The price of humankind to pay
And spoil the spoiler of his prey.
6 O Cross, our one reliance, hail!
So may thy power with us prevail
To give new virtue to the saint,
And pardon to the penitent.
7 To thee, eternal Three in One,
Let homage meet by all be done:
Whom by thy Cross thou dost restore,
Preserve and govern evermore. Amen. Scripture: Psalm 96:10 Languages: English Tune Title: VEXILLA REGIS
The royal banners forward go
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #80 (1940) Meter: Irregular Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: WERE YOU THERE
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Servant of God, remember
Author: Prudentius, 348-510; T. A. Lacey, 1853-1931 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #80a (1986) Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Servant of God, remember
The stream thy soul bedewing,
The grace that came upon thee
Anointing and renewing.
2 When kindly slumber calls thee,
Upon thy bed reclining,
Trace thou the Cross of Jesus,
Thy heart and forehead signing.
3 The Cross dissolves the darkness,
And drives away temptation;
It calms the wavering spirit
By quiet consecration.
4 *Begone, begone, the terrors
Of vague and formless dreaming;
Begone, thou fell deceiver,
With all thy boasted scheming.
5 *Begone, thou crooked serpent,
Who, twisting and pursuing,
By fraud and lie preparest
The simple soul’s undoing;
6 *Tremble, for Christ is near us,
Depart, for here he dwelleth,
And this, the Sign thou knowest,
Thy strong battalions quelleth.
7 Then while the weary body
Its rest in sleep is nearing,
The heart will muse in silence
On Christ and his appearing.
8 To God, eternal Father,
To Christ, our King, be glory,
And to the Holy Spirit,
In never-ending story. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: CULTO DEI
Servant of God, remember
Servant of God, remember
Author: Prudentius, 348-510; T. A. Lacey, 1853-1931 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #80b (1986) Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Servant of God, remember
The stream thy soul bedewing,
The grace that came upon thee
Anointing and renewing.
2 When kindly slumber calls thee,
Upon thy bed reclining,
Trace thou the Cross of Jesus,
Thy heart and forehead signing.
3 The Cross dissolves the darkness,
And drives away temptation;
It calms the wavering spirit
By quiet consecration.
4 *Begone, begone, the terrors
Of vague and formless dreaming;
Begone, thou fell deceiver,
With all thy boasted scheming.
5 *Begone, thou crooked serpent,
Who, twisting and pursuing,
By fraud and lie preparest
The simple soul’s undoing;
6 *Tremble, for Christ is near us,
Depart, for here he dwelleth,
And this, the Sign thou knowest,
Thy strong battalions quelleth.
7 Then while the weary body
Its rest in sleep is nearing,
The heart will muse in silence
On Christ and his appearing.
8 To God, eternal Father,
To Christ, our King, be glory,
And to the Holy Spirit,
In never-ending story. Amen Tune Title: NUN LASST UNS GEH'N
Servant of God, remember
Sunset to sunrise changes now
Author: St. Clement of Alexandria, c. 170-220; Howard Chandler Robbins Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #81 (1940) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: KEDRON
Sunset to sunrise changes now
The crown of thorns
Author: Athelstan Riley, 1858-1945 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #81 (1986) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.6 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide First Line: Dost thou truly seek renown Lyrics: 1 Dost thou truly seek renown
Christ his glory sharing?
Wouldst thou win the heavenly crown
Victor’s garland bearing?
Tread the path the Saviour trod,
Look upon the crown of God,
See what he is wearing.
2 This the King of Heaven bore
In that sore contending,
This his sacred temples wore,
Honour to it lending,
In this helmet faced the foe,
On the rood he laid him low,
Satan’s kingdom ending.
3 Christ upon the tree of scorn
In salvation’s hour,
Turned to gold these pricks of thorn
By his passion’s power:
So on sinners, who had earned
Endless death, from sin returned,
Endless blessings shower.
4 When in death’s embrace we lie,
Then, good Lord, be near us,
With thy presence fortify,
And with victory cheer us,
Turn our erring hearts to thee,
That we crowned for ay may be:
O good Jesu, hear us! Languages: English Tune Title: DAS IST MEINE FREUDE
The crown of thorns
Jesus, in thy dying woes
Author: Thomas Benson Pollock Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #82a (1940) Meter: 7.7.7.6 Topics: Passiontide The Words on the Cross Tune Title: SWEDISH LITANY
Jesus, in thy dying woes
Jesus, in thy dying woes
Author: Thomas Benson Pollock Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #82b (1940) Topics: Passiontide The Words on the Cross Tune Title: TON-MÂN
Jesus, in thy dying woes
Drop, drop slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet
Author: Phineas Fletcher, 1582-1650 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #82 (1986) Meter: 10.10 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Drop, drop, slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet,
Which brought from heaven, The news and Prince of peace.
2 Cease not, wet eyes, His mercies to entreat;
To cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease.
3 In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let his eye See sin, but through my tears. Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 46
Drop, drop slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet
Glory be to Jesus
Author: Edward Caswall, 1814-78 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #83 (1986) Meter: 6.5.6.5 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Glory be to Jesus,
Who, in bitter pains,
Poured for me the life-blood
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 torment
Doth 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 it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs.
6 Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Hell with terror trembles,
Heaven is filled with joy.
7 Lift ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder
Praise the precious Blood. Languages: English Tune Title: CASWALL
Glory be to Jesus
It is a thing most wonderful
Author: W. Walsham How, 1823-97 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #84 (1986) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 It is a thing most wonderful,
Almost too wonderful to be,
That God’s own Son should come from heaven,
And die to save a child like me.
2 And yet I know that it is true:
He chose a poor and humble lot,
And wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died
For love of those who loved him not.
3 But even could I see him die,
I could but see a little part
Of that great love, which, like a fire,
Is always burning in his heart.
4 It is most wonderful to know
His love for me so free and sure;
But ’tis more wonderful to see
My love for him so faint and poor.
5 And yet I want to love thee, Lord;
O light the flame within my heart,
And I will love thee more and more,
Until I see thee as thou art. Languages: English Tune Title: HERONGATE
It is a thing most wonderful
Jesu, meek and lowly
Author: Henry Collins, 1827-1919 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #85 (1986) Meter: 6.6.6.6 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Jesu, meek and lowly,
Saviour pure and holy,
On thy love relying
Hear me humbly crying.
2 Prince of life and power,
My salvation’s tower,
On the Cross I view thee
Calling sinners to thee.
3 There behold me gazing
At the sight amazing;
Bending low before thee,
Helpless, I adore thee.
4 By thy red wounds streaming,
With thy life-blood gleaming,
Blood for sinners flowing,
Pardon free bestowing;
5 By that fount of blessing,
Thy dear love expressing,
All my aching sadness
Turn thou into gladness.
6 Lord in mercy guide me,
Be thou e’er beside me;
In thy ways direct me,
’Neath thy wings protect me.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST MARTIN
Jesu, meek and lowly
My song is love unknown
Author: Samuel Crossman, 1624-83 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #86 (1986) Meter: 6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 My song is love unknown,
My Saviour’s love to me,
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O, who am I,
That for my sake
My Lord should take
Frail flesh, and die?
2 He came from his blest throne,
Salvation to bestow:
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know.
But O, my Friend,
My Friend indeed,
Who at my need
His life did spend!
3 Sometimes they strew his way,
And his sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King.
Then 'Crucify!'
Is all their breath,
And for his death
They thirst and cry.
4 *Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight.
Sweet injuries!
Yet they at these
Themselves displease,
And 'gainst him rise.
5 They rise, and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The Prince of Life they slay.
Yet cheerful he
To suffering goes,
That he his foes
From thence might free.
6 *In life no house, no home,
My Lord on earth might have;
In death no friendly tomb,
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heav'n was his home;
But mine the tomb
Wherein he lay.
7 Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like thine!
This is my Friend,
In whose sweet praise
I all my days
Could gladly spend. Languages: English Tune Title: LOVE UNKNOWN
My song is love unknown
Nature with open volume stands
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #87 (1986) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Nature with open volume stands
To spread her Maker's praise abroad,
And every labour of his hands
Shows something worthy of a God.
2 But in the grace that rescued man
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the Cross 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.
3 Here his whole Name appears complete;
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove
Which of the letters best is writ,
The Power, the Wisdom, or the Love.
4 O the sweet wonders of that Cross
Where Christ our Saviour loved, and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.
5 I would for ever speak his Name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne. Languages: English Tune Title: NÜRNBERG
Nature with open volume stands
Now my soul, thy voice upraising
Author: Claude de Santeuil, 1628-84; H. W. Baker, 1821-77 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #88 (1986) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide 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 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.
3 Jesu, may those precious fountains
Drink to thirsting souls afford;
Let them be our cup and healing,
And at length our great reward:
So a ransomed world shall ever
Praise thee, its redeeming Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: WEBBE'S ST THOMAS
Now my soul, thy voice upraising
O dearest Lord, thy sacred head
Author: Father Andrew S.D.C., 1869-1946 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #89a (1986) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 O dearest Lord, thy sacred head
With thorns was pierced for me;
O pour thy blessing on my head
That I may think for thee.
2 O dearest Lord, thy sacred hands
With nails were pierced for me;
O shed thy blessing on my hands
That they may work for thee.
3 O dearest Lord, thy sacred feet
With nails were pierced for me;
O pour thy blessing on my feet
That they may follow thee.
4 O dearest Lord, thy sacred heart
With spear was pierced for me;
O pour thy Spirit in my heart
That I may live for thee. Languages: English Tune Title: BELMONT
O dearest Lord, thy sacred head
O dearest Lord, thy sacred head
Author: Father Andrew S.D.C., 1869-1946 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #89b (1986) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 O dearest Lord, thy sacred head
With thorns was pierced for me;
O pour thy blessing on my head
That I may think for thee.
2 O dearest Lord, thy sacred hands
With nails were pierced for me;
O shed thy blessing on my hands
That they may work for thee.
3 O dearest Lord, thy sacred feet
With nails were pierced for me;
O pour thy blessing on my feet
That they may follow thee.
4 O dearest Lord, thy sacred heart
With spear was pierced for me;
O pour thy Spirit in my heart
That I may live for thee. Tune Title: AYRSHIRE
O dearest Lord, thy sacred head
O sacred head, sore wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #90a (1986) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, sore wounded,
Defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head, surrounded
With mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendour
The hosts of heaven adore.
2 *Thy beauty, long-desirèd,
Hath vanished from our sight;
Thy power is all expirèd,
And quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
Hide not so far thy grace:
Show me, O Love most highest,
The brightness of thy face.
3 *I pray thee, Jesus, own me,
Me, Shepherd good, for thine;
Who to thy fold hast won me,
And fed with truth divine.
Me guilty, me refuse not,
Incline thy face to me,
This comfort that I lose not,
On earth to comfort thee.
4 In thy most bitter passion
My heart to share doth cry,
With thee for my salvation
Upon the Cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus movèd
To stand thy Cross beneath,
To mourn thee, well-belovèd,
Yet thank thee for thy death.
5 My days are few, O fail not,
With thine immortal power,
To hold me that I quail not
In death's most fearful hour:
That I may fight befriended,
And see in my last strife
To me thine arms extended
Upon the Cross of life. Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O sacred head, sore wounded
O sacred head, sore wounded
Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76; Robert Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #90b (1986) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 O sacred head, sore wounded,
Defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head, surrounded
With mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur?
Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendour
The hosts of heaven adore.
2 *Thy beauty, long-desirèd,
Hath vanished from our sight;
Thy power is all expirèd,
And quenched the light of light.
Ah me! for whom thou diest,
Hide not so far thy grace:
Show me, O Love most highest,
The brightness of thy face.
3 *I pray thee, Jesus, own me,
Me, Shepherd good, for thine;
Who to thy fold hast won me,
And fed with truth divine.
Me guilty, me refuse not,
Incline thy face to me,
This comfort that I lose not,
On earth to comfort thee.
4 In thy most bitter passion
My heart to share doth cry,
With thee for my salvation
Upon the Cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus movèd
To stand thy Cross beneath,
To mourn thee, well-belovèd,
Yet thank thee for thy death.
5 My days are few, O fail not,
With thine immortal power,
To hold me that I quail not
In death's most fearful hour:
That I may fight befriended,
And see in my last strife
To me thine arms extended
Upon the Cross of life. Tune Title: PASSION CHORALE
O sacred head, sore wounded
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Author: William Shirley, 1725-86 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #91 (1986) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the Cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying friend.
2 Here I stay, for ever viewing
Mercy streaming in his blood;
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
3 Truly blessèd is this station,
Low before his Cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye.
4 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation
Fix our hearts and eyes on thee,
Till we taste thy full salvation,
And unveiled thy glories see. Languages: English Tune Title: BATTY
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
There is a green hill far away
Author: Mrs. C. F. Alexander, 1818-95 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #92 (1986) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide Lyrics: 1 There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified
Who died to save us all.
2 We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
3 He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good;
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by his precious blood.
4 There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.
5 O dearly, dearly has he loved,
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his works to do.
Languages: English Tune Title: HORSLEY
There is a green hill far away
O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #93a (1986) Meter: 10.10 with refrain Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide 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? Languages: English Tune Title: WERE YOU THERE?
O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #93b (1986) Meter: 10.10 with refrain Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide 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? Tune Title: WERE YOU THERE?
O sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble
We sing the praise of him who died
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #94 (1986) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide 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.
Languages: English Tune Title: BOW BRICKHILL
We sing the praise of him who died
When I survey the wondrous Cross
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #95 (1986) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Year Passiontide 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. Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM
When I survey the wondrous Cross
Ah, holy Jesu, how hast thou offended
Author: Robert Bridges, 1844-1930; Johann Heermann, 1585-1647 Hymnal: Common Praise #100 (2000) Meter: 11.11.11.5 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Ah, holy Jesu, how hast thou offended,
that we to judge thee have 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, Jesu, hath undone thee.
'Twas I, Lord Jesu, I it was denied thee:
I crucified thee.
3 Lo, the good Shepherd for the sheep is offered:
the slave hath sinned, and yet the Son hath suffered:
for our atonement, while we nothing heeded,
God interceded.
4 For me, kind Jesu, 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 Jesu, 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. Scripture: John 1:11 Languages: English Tune Title: HERZLIEBSTER JESU
Ah, holy Jesu, how hast thou offended
All ye who seek for sure relief
Author: Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: Common Praise #101 (2000) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 All ye who seek for sure relief
in trouble and distress,
whatever sorrow vex the mind,
or guilt the soul oppress;
2 Jesus, who gave himself for you
upon the cross to die,
opens to you his sacred heart:
O to that heart draw nigh.
3 Ye hear how kindly he invites;
ye hear his words so blest:
'All ye that labour come to me,
and I will give you rest.'
4 O Jesus, joy of saints on high,
thou hope of sinners here,
attracted by those loving words
to thee we lift our prayer.
5 Wash thou our wounds in that dear blood
which from thy heart doth flow;
a new and contrite heart on all
who cry to thee bestow. Scripture: 1 Peter 2:24 Languages: English Tune Title: ST BERNARD
All ye who seek for sure relief
Alone thou goest forth, O Lord
Author: Peter Abelard, 1079-1142; F. Bland Tucker, 1895-1984 Hymnal: Common Praise #102 (2000) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Scripture: 1 Peter 2:24 Languages: English Tune Title: MENDIP
Alone thou goest forth, O Lord
And didst thou travel light, dear Lord
Author: Geoffrey Dearmer, 1893-1996 Hymnal: Common Praise #103 (2000) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Scripture: Galatians 6:2 Languages: English Tune Title: SOLL 'S SEIN
And didst thou travel light, dear Lord
At the cross her station keeping
Author: Jacopone Da Todi d. 1306; Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Hymnal: Common Praise #104 (2000) Meter: 8.8.7 D Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week 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 O 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 judgement taken,
and in death by all forsaken,
till his spirit he resigned.
5 O good Jesu, let me borrow
something of thy Mother's sorrow,
fount of love, Redeemer kind,
that my heart fresh ardour gaining,
and a purer love attaining,
may with thee acceptance find. Scripture: Isaiah 53:1-2 Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER
At the cross her station keeping
Beneath the cross of Jesus
Author: Elizabeth Clephane, 1830-1869 Hymnal: Common Praise #105 (2000) Meter: 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Topics: Passiontide and Holy Week Lyrics: 1 Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand,
the shadow of a mighty rock
within a weary land;
a home within the wilderness,
a rest upon the way,
from the burning of the noontide heat
and the burden of the day.
2 Upon that cross of Jesus
mine eye at times can see
the very dying form of one
who suffered there for me;
and from my smitten heart, with tears,
two wonders I confess:
the wonders of redeeming love,
and my own worthlessness.
3 I take, O cross, thy shadow
for my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than
the sunshine of his face;
content to let the world go by,
to know no gain nor loss;
my sinful self my only shame,
my glory all, the cross. Scripture: Galatians 6:14 Languages: English Tune Title: ST CHRISTOPHER
Beneath the cross of Jesus
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