2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall!
O 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 that Miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finished," hear the cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid His breathless clay :
All is solitude and gloom;
Who hath taken Him away? Christ is risen; He meets our eyes; Saviour, teach us so to rise.
James Montgomery 1822, 1853.
"Venit a cælo Mediator alto."
I ZION's daughter, weep no more, Though thy troubled heart be sore: He of whom the psalmist sung, He who woke the prophet's tongue, Christ, the Mediator blest, Brings thee everlasting rest.
2 In a garden man became
Heir of sin, and death, and shame: Jesus in a garden wins
Life, and pardon for our sins; Through His hour of agony, Praying in Gethsemane.
3 There for us He intercedes; There with God the Father pleads; Willing there for us to drain To the dregs the cup of pain, That in everlasting day
He may wipe our tears away.
"Salve, caput cruentatum.”
2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain; Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! 'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
3 The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide: My Lord of life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside the cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee.
4 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to Thee. 5 And when I am departing, O part not Thou from me; When mortal pangs are darting, Come, Lord, and set me free; And when my heart must languish Amidst the final throe, Release me from mine anguish,
By Thine own pain and woe. 6 Be near me when I'm dying, O show Thy cross to me; And for 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.
Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153),
Rev. Paul Gerhardt (1666-1676), 1659. Rev. James Waddell Alexander (1804-1859), 1830. Ab.
Greek Melody. Arr. by Bp. REGINALD HEBER (1783--1826),
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