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Wood of the Cross

Author: Owen Alstott Hymnal: Breaking Bread (Vol. 39) #149 (2019) Topics: Seasonal Music Good Friday First Line: O God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Refrain First Line: Behold the wood of the cross Scripture: Psalm 22 Languages: English Tune Title: [O God, my God, why have you abandoned me]

Behold the Cross

Author: Bob Hurd Hymnal: Breaking Bread (Vol. 39) #153 (2019) Topics: Seasonal Music Good Friday First Line: Behold the cross on which was hung Languages: English Tune Title: [Behold the cross on which was hung]

When I survey the wondrous cross

Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #157a (2013) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Church Year Good Friday; Good Friday 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 His dying crimson, like a robe, spreads o'er his body on the tree: then am I 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. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 1:28-30 Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM

When I survey the wondrous cross

Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #157b (2013) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Church Year Good Friday; Good Friday 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 His dying crimson, like a robe, spreads o'er his body on the tree: then am I 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. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 1:28-30 Languages: English Tune Title: SUTHERAN

His trial o'er, and now beneath

Author: Charles Coffin, d. 1749; John Chandler Hymnal: Church Book #174a (1890) Topics: Good Friday; Good Friday Lyrics: 1 His trial o'er, and now beneath His own Cross faintly bending, Jesus the fatal hill of death Is wearily ascending. 2 And now, His hands and feet pierced through, Upon the Cross thy raise Him: Where even now, in distant view, The eye of faith surveys Him. 3 O wondrous Love, which God most high Toward man was please to cherish! His sinless Son He gave to die, That sinners might not perish. 4 Yes, 'tis the Cross that breaks the rod And chain of condemnation, And makes a league 'twist man and God For our entire salvation. 5 O praise the Father, praise the Son, The Lamb for sinners given, And Holy Ghost, by whom alone Our hearts are raised to heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: VERLEIH UNS FRIEDEN GNÄDIGLICH

A purple robe, a crown of thorn

Author: Timothy Dudley-Smith (b. 1926) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #174 (2013) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Church Year Good Friday; Good Friday Lyrics: 1 A purple robe, a crown of thorn, a reed in his right hand; before the soldiers' spite and scorn I see my Saviour stand. 2 He bears between the Roman guard the weight of all our woe; a stumbling figure bowed and scarred I see my Saviour go. 3 Fast to the cross's spreading span, high in the sunlit air, all the unnumbered sins of man I see my Saviour bear. 4 He hangs, by whom the world was made, beneath the darkened sky; the everlasting ransom paid, I see my Saviour die. 5 He shares on high his Father's throne, who once in mercy came; for all his love to sinners shown I sing my Saviour's name. Scripture: Matthew 27:27-54 Languages: English Tune Title: A PURPLE ROBE

Now, my soul, thy voice upraising

Author: Santolius Maglorianus; John Chandler Hymnal: Church Book #175 (1890) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Good Friday; Good Friday Lyrics: 1 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, Sing aloud in mournful strain, Of the sorrows most amazing, And the agonizing pain, Which our Saviour Sinless bore, for sinners slain. 2 He the ruthless scourge enduring, Ransom for our sins to pay, Sinners by His own stripes curing, Raising those who wounded lay, Bore our sorrow, And removed our pains away. 3 He to liberty restored us By the very bonds He bare; And His nail-pierced limbs afford us Each a stream of mercy rare: Lo! he draws us To the Cross, and keeps us there. 4 When His painful life was ended, Then the spear transfixed His side: Blood and water thence descended, Pouring forth a double tide: This to cleanse us, That to heal us is applied. 5 Jesus! may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our souls afford; May we, now Thy Love possessing, And at length our full reward, Ever praise Thee, As our ever-glorious Lord! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. DENYS

A time to watch, a time to pray

Author: John Mason Neale (1818-1866) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #175 (2013) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Church Year Good Friday; Good Friday Lyrics: 1 A time to watch, a time to pray, a day of wonders is today: the saddest, yet the gladdest too, that earth or heaven ever knew. 2 The saddest, for our Saviour bore his death, that we might die no more: the agony, the scourge, the fear, the crown of thorns, the cross, the spear. 3 And yet the gladdest, for today our load of sin was borne away: and hopes of joy that never dies hang on our Saviour's sacrifice. 4 O Saviour, how we bless your name! Yours is the glory, ours the shame; by all the pain your love endured let all our many sins be cured. Scripture: Matthew 27:27-54 Languages: English Tune Title: BRESLAU

As royal banners are unfurled

Author: Alan Gaunt (b. 1935); Venantius Fortunatus (530-609) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #176 (2013) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Church Year Good Friday; Good Friday Lyrics: 1 As royal banners are unfurled, the cross displays its mystery: the Maker of our flesh, in flesh, impaled and hanging helplessly. 2 Already deeply wounded: see his side now riven by a spear, and all our sins are swept away by blood and water flowing here. 3 See everything the prophets wrote fulfilled in its totality, and tell the nations of the world our God is reigning from the tree. 4 This tree, ablaze with royal light and with the blood-red robe it wears, is hallowed and embellished by the weight of holiness it bears. 5 Stretched like a balance here, his arms have gauged the price of wickedness; but, hanging here, his love outweighs hell's unforgiving bitterness. 6 The Saviour, victim, sacrifice, is, through his dying, glorified; his life is overcome by death and leaps up, sweeping death aside. 7 We hail the cross, faith's one true hope: God's passion set in time and space, by which our guilt is blotted out, engulfed in such stupendous grace. Amen. Scripture: John 19:17-34 Languages: English Tune Title: VEXILLA REGIS

Christ the Life of all the living

Author: Ernest Christopher Homburg; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #178 (1890) Meter: 8.7.7 Topics: Good Friday; Good Friday Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ, the Death of death our foe, Who Thyself for me once giving To the darkest depths of woe, Patiently didst yield Thy breath But to save my soul from death; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah Thou, hast taken on Thee Bitter strokes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God. Only thus for me to win Rescue from the bonds of sin; Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Thou didst bear the smiting only That it might not fall on me; Stoodest falsely charge and lonely, that I might be safe and free; Comfortless that I might know Comfort from Thy boundless woe. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Then for all that wrought our pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the garden, I will thank Thee evermore; Thank Thee with my latest breath For Thy sad and cruel death, For that last and bitter cry: Praise Thee evermore on high. Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN