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226 DORRNANCE 184.108.40.206.
1 Sweet the mo-ments, rich in blessing, Which be - fore
Life and health and peace pos-sess - ing From the sin-ner's dy - ing 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.
CROSS OF JESUS 220.127.116.11.
1 Sweet the mo-ments, rich
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.
1 Je sus, in
THE SEVEN WORDS 18.104.22.168.
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
3 With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems Thy weakness,
O shame most glorious! Christ, before Thee kneeling,
Rev. Jacques Bridaine (1701-1767). Trans. by Rev. Thomas B. Pollock, 1887
230 STABAT MATER 22.214.171.124.8.7.
1 Near the cross her vigil
Where He hung, the dy
keep-ing, Stood the Mother, worn with weep-ing,
ing Lord: Through her soul, in an-guish groan - ing,
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).