226 DORRNANCE 8.7.8.7. 1 Sweet the mo-ments, rich in blessing, Which be - fore O# HI g Life and health and peace pos-sess - ing From the sin-ner's dy - ing Friend. A MEN. 11 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. CROSS OF JESUS 8.7.8.7. 54 4 1 Sweet the mo-ments, rich 4 4 Isaac B. Woodbury, 1845 the cross I spend; 5 For Thy sorrows we adore Thee, For the griefs that wrought our peace; 4 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears His feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from His death. Sir John Stainer, 1887 in bless-ing, Which be fore the cross I spend; Life and health and peace possessing From the sin - ner's dying Friend. A-MEN. Fell O# 1 Je sus, in THE SEVEN WORDS 7.7.7.6. Thy dying woes, PART I. - "Father, forgive them; for they know, not what they do." Craving par - don for Thy foes: Hear us, Holy Je 2 Saviour, for our pardon sue, PART II. - "To-day shalt thou be with Me in Of the thief who near Thee dies, Hear us, Holy Jesus. 2 May we in our guilt and shame, Still Thy love and mercy claim, Calling humbly on Thy Name: Hear us, Holy Jesus. 3 O remember us who pine, Looking from our cross to Thine; Cheer our souls with hope Divine: Hear us, Holy Jesus. "St. Alban's Tune Book," 1866 PART III. "Woman, behold thy Son!" "Behold thy mother!” 1 Jesus, loving to the end Her whose heart Thy sorrows rend, And Thy dearest human friend: Hear us, Holy Jesus. 2 May we in Thy sorrows share, And for Thee all peril dare, E - ven while Thy life blood flows, 1: 2 Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold Thee; 5 O Victim of Thy love! O pangs most healing! 4 My Lord, my Saviour, when I see Thee wearing +! is Thy life-blood see Thee flow. A-MEN. 3 With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems Thy weakness, O shame most glorious! Christ, before Thee kneeling, I pray Rev. Jacques Bridaine (1701-1767). Trans. by Rev. Thomas B. Pollock, 1887 230 STABAT MATER 8.8.7.8.8.7. 1 Near the cross her vigil Where He hung, the dy Bowed in keep-ing, Stood the Mother, worn with weep-ing, at & ing Lord: Through her soul, in an-guish groan - ing, # # 2 : Rev. John B. Dykes, 1875 sor - row, sighing, moan-ing, Passed the sharp and piercing sword. A-MEN. 4 For His people's sins chastisèd Bound and bleeding 'neath the rod; 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). |
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