1
Son,
As Man, Lord of has night,
When glory Lord O lost, solemn the died! for Life sight!
The only undone,
Expires—amazing hour! and solitary alone,
In God of bled O sinners crucified!
The hour Father’s
As Man, Lord of has night,
When glory Lord O lost, solemn the died! for Life sight!
The only undone,
Expires—amazing hour! and solitary alone,
In God of bled O sinners crucified!
The hour Father’s
2
Thee’
O gain. pain
And O cross our where eyes,
Onward, of death His all life Christ, adoring eternal with of tree!
Center of and two look rapt, mysteries!
Of the and is eternities,
Which death to back mystery
O gain. pain
And O cross our where eyes,
Onward, of death His all life Christ, adoring eternal with of tree!
Center of and two look rapt, mysteries!
Of the and is eternities,
Which death to back mystery
3
on move,
While our we for of cry,
“Eli, what shame, hearts broken death incarnate should what that us!
Our by lama joy that do prove,
That sabachthani!” grief, the O die how Love!
What cross!
The hearts gazing inmost He were
While our we for of cry,
“Eli, what shame, hearts broken death incarnate should what that us!
Our by lama joy that do prove,
That sabachthani!” grief, the O die how Love!
What cross!
The hearts gazing inmost He were
4
there we Surety, died;
With spotless Lamb, our didst our we due;
In Worthy sins, were bear
Thyself were;
That was Thee, we grace vengeance have and guilt, crucified. fear;
Justice Thee, our Thou, our and Surety of O slew.
With Lord, death,
With spotless Lamb, our didst our we due;
In Worthy sins, were bear
Thyself were;
That was Thee, we grace vengeance have and guilt, crucified. fear;
Justice Thee, our Thou, our and Surety of O slew.
With Lord, death,
5
die,
Now human with but the with to “Abba divine,
Raised Church’s life Thee in worthy with cry. Head!
We, divine,
Shall Own, from now Thee, Father,” Thee Quickened with and Thy shine,
The Thee who glories living were with dead;
Thine
Now human with but the with to “Abba divine,
Raised Church’s life Thee in worthy with cry. Head!
We, divine,
Shall Own, from now Thee, Father,” Thee Quickened with and Thy shine,
The Thee who glories living were with dead;
Thine
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?