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7 That Thou wast so meek and stainless,

Doth atone for my proud mood; And Thy death makes dying painless,

* And Thy ills have wrought our good. Yea, Thy deep humiliation Tendeth to my exaltation.

Thousand, thousand thanks, etc.

8 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 for Thy groans and sighing,
For Thy bleeding and Thy dying,
For that last most bitter cry,
And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high.

E. C. Homburg.
C. Winkworth, Tr.


O SACRED Head now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, Thy only crown. O Sacred Head, what glory,

What bliss, till now, was Thine! Yet though despised and gory,

I joy to call Thee mine.

2 How art Thou pale with anguish,

With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish,

Which once was bright as morn!

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,

Was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain. 3 Lo, here I fall, my Savior!

'Tis I deserve Thy place! Look on me with Thy favor,

Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
Receive me, my Redeemer;

My Shepherd, make me Thine!
Of every good the Fountain,

Thou art the Spring of mine! 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 When hence I must betake me,

Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me,

When death is at my heart !
When soul and body languish,

O leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish,

By virtue of Thine own! 6 Be near when I am dying;

O show Thy cross tu me; Lord, on Thy help relying,

Come Thou and set me free;
These eyes, new faith receiving,

From Thee shall never move;
For He who dies believing
Dies safely through Thy love.

P. Gerhardt.
J. W. Alexander, Tr.
St. 5, H. W. Baker, Tr.

168 SAVIOR, when in dust to Thee

Low we bend th' adoring knee;
When, repentant to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
O, by all Thy pain and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,

Hear our solemn Litany!
2 By Thy helpless infant years,

By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of th' insulting tempter's power;
Turn. O turn a favoring eye,

Hear our solemn Litany!
3 By Thine hour of dire despair,

By Thine agony of prayer;
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn;
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice:
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn Litany!

4 By Thy deep, expiring groan

By the sad sepulchral stone;
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
O, from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn Litany!

R. Grant.

169 LAMB of God most holy!

Who on the cross didst suffer; Patient still and lowly,

Thyself to scorn didst offer; Our sins by Thee were taken, Or Hope had us forsaken:

Have mercy on us, O Jesus ! 2 Lamb of God most holy!

Who on the cross didst suffer, Patient still and lowly,

Thyself to scorn didst offer; Our sins by Thee were taken, Or hope hath us forsaken:

Thy peace be with us, O Jesus ! 3 Lamb of God most holy !

Who on the cross didst suffer,
Patient still and lowly,

Thyself to scorn didst offer;
Our sins by Thee were taken,
Or hope had us forsaken:
Thy peace be with us, O Jesus !

N. Decius.
A. T. Russell, Tr.

170 HOLY Jesus, by Thy Passion,

By the woes which none can share,
Borne in more than kingly fashion,
By Thy love beyond compare:
Crucified, I turn to Thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me.

2 By the treachery and trial,

By the blows and sore distress,
By desertion and denial,
By Thine awful loneliness :
Crucified, I turn etc.

3 By Thy look so sweet and lowly,

While they smote Thee on the face, By Thy patience, calm and holy, In the midst of keen disgrace:

Crucified, I turn etc.

4 By the hour of condemnation,

By the blood which trickled down, When for us and our salvation Thou didst wear the robe and crown:

Crucified, I turn etc.

5 By the path of sorrows dreary,

By the cross, Thy dreadful load, By the pain, when, faint and weary, Thou didst sink upon the road:

Crucified, I turn etc.

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