226 DORRNANCE 8.7.8.7. Isaac B. Woodbury, 1845 1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; Life and health and peace pos-sess - ing From the sin-ner's dying Friend. A - MEN. 2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. 3 Truly blessed is this station, Low before His cross to lie, While I see Divine compassion Pleading in His languid eye. 4 Love and grief my heart dividing, 5 For Thy sorrows we adore Thee, In our hearts Thy love increase. Rev. Walter Shirley, 1770 (based on Rev. James Allen, 1757): verse 3, line 4, alt.: verse 5 added in Cooke and Denton's "Hymnal," 1853 Life and health and peace pos- sessing From the sinner's dying Friend. A-MEN. And enjoy Thy tender care: 3 May we all Thy loved ones be, Loving for the love of Thee: Hear us, Holy Jesus. PART IV. - "My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" 1 Jesus, whelmed in fears unknown, With our evil left alone, While no light from heaven is shown: 2. When we vainly seem to pray, 3 Though no Father seem to hear, PART V. "I thirst." 1 Jesus, in Thy thirst and pain, While Thy wounds Thy life-blood drain, Thirsting more our love to gain: Hear us, Holy Jesus. 2 Thirst for us in mercy still; All Thy holy work fulfil; Hear us, Holy Jesus. 3 May we thirst Thy love to know; Lead us in our sin and woe Where the healing waters flow: Hear us, Holy Jesus. PART VI. —"It is finished." 1 Jesus, all our ransom paid, 2 Save us in our soul's distress; Be our Help to cheer and bless, While we grow in holiness: Hear us, Holy Jesus. 3 Brighten all our heavenward way With an ever holier ray, Till we pass to perfect day: Hear us, Holy Jesus. 228 ABER S. M. PART VII. "Father, into Thy hands I commend My spirit." 1 Jesus, all Thy labor vast, All Thy woe and conflict past; 2 When the death shades round us lower, Guard us from the tempter's power, Keep us in that trial hour: Hear us, Holy Jesus. 3 May Thy life and death supply Rev. Thomas B. Pollock, 1870 William H. Monk, 1875 2 No work is left undone (See also SCHUMANN, No. 34) Of all the Father willed; 3 No pain that we can share But He has felt its smart; 4 And on His thorn-crowned head, 5 In perfect love He dies; For me He dies, for me: O all-atoning Sacrifice, I cling by faith to Thee. 6 In every time of need, Before the judgment-throne, Thy work, O Lamb of God, I'll plead, Thy merits, not my own. 7 Yet work, O Lord, in me, As Thou for me hast wrought; And let my love the answer be To grace Thy love has brought. Rev. Sir Henry W. Baker, Bart., 1875 2 Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold Thee; While Thou hast seen my falsehood and my shame. 3 With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems Thy weakness, Thou art unmoved and steadfast in Thy meekness; 4 My Lord, my Saviour, when I see Thee wearing 5 O Victim of Thy love! O pangs most healing! O shame most glorious! Christ, before Thee kneeling, I pray Thee keep me Thine for evermore. Rev. Jacques Bridaine (1701-1767). Trans. by Rev. Thomas B. Pollock, 1887 230 STABAT MATER 8.8.7.8.8.7. Rev. John B. Dykes, 1875 1 Near the cross her vigil keep-ing, Stood the Moth - er, worn with weep-ing, Bowed in sorrow, sighing, moan-ing, Passed the sharp and piercing sword. A-MEN. 2 O the weight of her affliction! From her wondrous, suffering Son! 3 Who upon that Mother gazing, In her trouble so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who of Christ's dear Mother thinking, While her Son that cup is drinking, Would not share her sorrow deep? 4 For His people's sins chastisèd Heard Him yield His soul to God. 5 Near Thy cross, O Christ, abiding, Grief and love my heart dividing, I with her would take my place: By Thy guardian cross uphold me, In Thy dying, Christ, enfold me With the deathless arms of grace. Anon. (Latin, 13th century; ascribed to Jacopone da Todi). Transin. compiled by the Editor, 1910 |