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Matius 27:28-30

Lukas 23:11

Yohanes 19:2-5

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Matius 27:28-30

• [Mat 27:29] O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

  O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 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 Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Men mock and taunt 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 doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn! Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there. Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife. 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! 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. 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 words of truth and love; Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above. 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 cold, cruel grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide. O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee. My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door; Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore! When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own! Be Thou my consolation, my 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 enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yohanes 19:2-5

• [Yoh 19:2] The Holly And The Ivy

  The Holly and the Ivy Now both are full well grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The Holly bears the crown. Refrain O the rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the quire, Sweet singing in the quire. The Holly bears a blossom, As white as lily-flower; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Savior. Refrain The Holly bears a berry, As red as any blood; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To do poor sinners good. Refrain The Holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, On Christmas Day in the morn. Refrain The Holly bears a bark, As bitter as any gall; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, For to redeem us all. Refrain The Holly and the Ivy Now both are full well grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The Holly bears the crown. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yoh 19:5] O Sinner, Lift The Eye Of Faith

  O sinner, lift the eye of faith, To true repentance turning; Bethink thee of the curse of sin, Its awful guilt discerning; Upon the Crucified One look, And thou shalt read, as in a book, What well is worthy thy learning. Look on His head, that bleeding head, With crown of thorns surrounded; Look on His sacred hands and feet Which piercing nails have wounded; See every limb with scourges rent: On Him, the Just, the Innocent, What malice hath abounded! ’Tis not alone those limbs are racked, But friends, too, are forsaking; And, more than all, for thankless man That tender heart is aching; Oh, fearful was the pain and scorn, By Jesus, Son of Mary, borne, Their peace for sinners making. None ever knew such pain before, Such infinite affliction, None ever felt a grief like His In that dread crucifixion; For us He bare those bitter throes, For us those agonizing woes, In oft renewed infliction. O sinner, mark, and ponder well Sin’s awful condemnation; Think what a sacrifice it cost To purchase Thy salvation; Had Jesus never bled and died, Then what could thee and all betide But uttermost damnation? Lord, give us grace to flee from sin, And Satan’s wiles ensnaring, And from those everlasting flames For evil ones preparing. Jesu, we thank Thee, and entreat To rest forever at Thy feet, Thy heavenly glory sharing.

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• [Yoh 19:5] Ye That Pass By, Behold The Man

  Ye that pass by, behold the Man, The Man of grief condemned for you; The Lamb of God for sinners slain Weeping to Calvary pursue. His sacred limbs, they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood— His sacred limbs exposed and bare, Or only covered with His blood. See there! His temples crowned with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide; His streaming feet transfixed and torn, The fountain gushing from His side. Thou dear, Thou suff’ring Son of God, How doth Thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us Thy precious blood, And melt us with Thy dying love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal