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J. Stainer, 1840-1901

Savior, when in dust to Thee Low we bend the a- dor-ing knee;

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Bend-ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our sol-emn lit a ny!

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 the 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,
Hear our solemn litany!

Sir Robert Grant, 1815

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2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

3 See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

I. Watts, 1707

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J. B. Calkin, 1872

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Jesus, fount of per-fect love, Ho-liest, ten-derest, near est;

Jesus, source of grace com-plet-est, Je - sus, pur - est, Je-sus sweetest,

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Je sus, well of power divine, Make me, keep me, seal me Thine!

2 Jesus, open me the gate,

That the robber entered, Who in that most lost estate

Wholly on Thee ventured.

Thou whose wounds are ever pleading,
And Thy passion interceding,

From my misery let me rise
To a home in Paradise!

3 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me,
Scourged for my transgression!
Witnessing, through agony,
That Thy good confession;

Jesus, clad in purple raiment,
For my evil making payment:
Let not all Thy woe and pain,
Let not Calvary, be in vain!

4 When I cross death's bitter sea,
And its waves roll higher,
Help the more forsaking me,

As the storm draws nigher: Jesus, leave me not to languish, Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish. Tell me, "Verily, I say,

Thou shalt be with Me today."

Theoctistus of the Studium, ca. 890

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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,
When Jesus for our sake endured
His people's contradiction;

Beyond imagination were
The sufferings He willed to bear
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.

O thank thy Savior, and entreat
To rest hereafter at His feet,

The life eternal sharing.

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