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2 O very Man, and very God,
And make us one with God in Thee.
And work in us Thy steadfast will,
And bravely bear its utmost pain.
For Thou forsakest not Thine own;
C. Vischer, 1597
Johann Walther, 1524
sin - ner, for
tle space Lift up thine eyes, dis - cern - ing How
ter - ri- ble a thing is sin; And so to wisdom turn-ing, Up-on the cruci
fied One look, And thou shalt read, as in a book, What well is worth thy learning.
2 Look on His head, that bleeding head,
With crown of thorns surrounded; Look on His sacred hands and feet,
Which piercing nails have wounded; See every limb with scourges rent; On Him, the just, the innocent,
What malice hath abounded! 3 'Tis not alone those tender limbs
With so much pain are aching; For the ingratitude of man
His heart within is breaking. O fearful was the chastisement The Son of Mary underwent,
The place of sinners taking. 4 No man has any sorrow borne
Like unto that affliction,
Beyond imagination were
In that dread crucifixion. 5 Now mark, O man, and ponder well
Sin's awful condemnation. For whom were all those wounds en
To purchase thy salvation. [dured? Had Jesus never bled and died, Then what could thee and all betide
But fiery reprobation? 6 Flee, therefore, sinner, flee from sin
And Satan's wiles ensnaring; Flee from those everlasting flames
For evil ones preparing.
Anon., Latin, 1678
W. H. Monk, 1861
2 I am not worthy to be thought Thy child,
Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board;
I only ask one reconciling word.
And I could face the cold, rough world again;
The wrath of devils and the scorn of men.
Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, divine?
And Thine the greater glory, only Thine.
I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercéd feet:
Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat.
6 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer.
My prayer can only lose itself in Thee;
E. H. Bickersteth, 1872
311 8, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7.
Zinck's Koralbog, 1801
Zi - on, to thy
thy Sav-ior sing-ing, To thy prince and shepherd bringing
Sweetest hymns of love and praise, Thou wilt nev - er reach the measure
Of His worth, by all the treasure
of thy most ec - stat - iclay
2 Of all wonders that can thrill thee,
What than this can greater be,
For the Bread of life is He.
Who this heavenly table spread:
Giveth He the living bread.
Christ our Passover to trace:
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blessed, and brake;
What wondrous words of grace He spake!
Receive and eat the living food:"
"'Tis the new covenant in my blood.”
In memory of your dying Friend
The love of your departed Lord.”
We show Thy death, we sing Thy name,
I. Watts, 1709