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H, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended,
That man to judge Thee hath in hate pretended ? By foes derided, by Thine own rejected,
0 most afflicted!
2 Who was the guilty ? who brought this upon Thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee; 'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied Thee,
I crucified Thee.
3 For me, kind Jesus, was Thine incarnation,
Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life's oblation;
For my salvation.
4 Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee,
I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee
From Anselm (xi C.,) J. Herrmann, 16-30;
tr. The Yattendon Hymnal, 1899
A - men.
From the burn-ing of the noon-tide heat, And the bur- den of the day.
I fain would take my stand,
Within a weary land,
A rest upon the way,
And the burden of the day. 2 Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears
Two wonders I confess, –
And my own worthlessness. 3 I take, O) cross, thy shadow
For my abiding-place;
The sunshine of His face,
To know no gain nor loss,
Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1830-69
1 SACRED Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thy only crown! How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
Was all for sinners' gain:
But Thine the deadly pain.
'Tis I deserve Thy place, Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
3 What languge shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
Thy pity without end?
And should I fainting be,
Outlive my love to Thee.
O show Thy cross to me;
Come, Lord, and set me free.
From Jesus shall not move,
Bernard of Clairvanx 1091-1153;
1 IN the cross of Christ I glory, ,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime,
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me:
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
John Bowring, 1825