They platted a crown of thorns, and put it on His head.-Matt. xxvii. 29.
mp 151 O SACRED Head, once wounded, mf3 What language shall I borrow
With grief and pain weighed
down,
How scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown!
dim How pale art Thou with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!
cr 2 O Lord of life and glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
I read the wondrous story,
I joy to call Thee mine.
Thy grief and Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' gain;
dim Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
To praise Thee, Heavenly Friend;
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
cr O let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!
dim 4 Be near me, Lord, when dying;
O show Thy cross to me;
And, for my succour flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free:
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
mf For He who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.
Amen.
Hark! the voice of love and mercy, Sounds a loud from
The first-fruits of them that slept.-1 Cor. xv. 20.
153 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Sons of men, and angels, say:
Raise your songs and triumphs high:
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
f 2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo! our sun's eclipse is o'er:
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death, in vain, forbids Him rise;
Christ hath opened Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save;
Where's thy victory, O Grave?
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, ƒ 6 Hail! the Lord of earth and heaven:
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him to rise:
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
Praise to Thee by both be given,
Thee we greet triumphant now:
Hail: the resurrection, Thou!
Sharon (St. George). 77.77.77.77.
Hallelujah! for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.-Rev. xix. 6.
1154 CHRIST the Lord is risen again! 4
Christ hath broken every chain!
Hark, angelic voices cry,
Singing evermore on high.
mf 2 He who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb to-day;
Now we sing our joyous lay.
3 He who bore all pain and loss
Comfortless upon the cross,
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us, and hears our cry.
He who slumbered in the grave,
Is exalted now to save;
Now through all the world it rings;
He, the Lamb, is King of Kings
mf 5 Now He bids us tell abroad
How the lost may be restored,
How the penitent forgiven,
How we, too, may enter heaven.
6 Thou, our Paschal Lamb indeed,
Christ, Thy ransomed people feed:
Take our sins and guilt away,
f Thee we sing by night and day. Amen.
BOHEMIAN BRETHREN, tr. by c. WINKWORTH.
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